Unsure of where to sit, you decide to claim the free, nacre-covered table next to the Archduchess for yourself and your entourage. Most of the table is filled by them, yet there's three spots up for grabs.
3,6,4
The first to join your table is Griffith Reece, a young, upstart socialite of lower birth. Apparently, both his fathers got rich in the platinum mining business. He has a silver tongue, yet it is obvious he is only trying to gain your favor.
Shortly after, he is interrupted by Archduchess Jülia herself, who left her ladies behind to join you. You and her have a great conversation, and she is eager to talk about potential matches, as a king without a queen is barely a king. After a few drinks, you feel like you have truly connected with the older lady, and she promises to speak of your grandeur to her court before returning to her own entourage.
After her departure, Simeon Abyssinus, secondborn to Archduke Argon Abyssinus of High Louvre joins your table. The house Abyssinus had been a loyal vassal to your mother's dynasty, though rumor has it Archduke Argon was less content with your ascent to the throne, and his son, Radon, had even called you a deceitful schemer. You and his secondborn seem to get along just fine though, and though your conversation was not that long, you seem to have made a friend, be it a minor one.
As the fireworks light up the sky, and you and your entourage empty your glasses, you return. The first year of your rule has begun, and you have duties to attend to tomorrow.
4436 A.G., Early First Quarter
You awake, relatively headache-less. After getting dressed, you eat your breakfast in the Great Study, reading the data of your kingdom off the holopads.
Population: 11
Treasury: 3
Military: 3
Maintaining an Urban Megahub grants you many subjects to rule over, but is incredibly expensive to maintain. Whatever you spend on the general populace is in equilibrium with their default tax ratio, yet true profit for your treasury is only generated by the production and trade of Sofia-produced biomatter, and the taxes the nobility pay you. Both the halls of your treasury and the ranks of your military are fairly empty, yet not threateningly so.
Polls:
Popularity: 5 (influences civilian opinion)
Legitimacy: 8 (influences noble opinion)
Piety: 3 (influences clergy opinion).
As you pull up the latest map of the quadrant, you see the status quo has been maintained fairly well.
Border Tensions with the Armada and the Callers of the Unending Stream remain in the southwest and northeast (galactic standard), respectively. Other than the ever-conflicted sibling states of the Blood King's Legacy bordering you in the west, the quadrant is peaceful. In the center of the quadrant, the green name of your star Archibald shines beautifully.
As you take in this information, your castellan, Gregory, walks in with a panicked look on his face.
"Your Majesty, emissaries from our neighbours have arrived! They all wish for an audition at once, and tension seems to be building between the different entourages. Who shall I call upon first?"
A: Grandjarl Ragnar's Warmen, hailing from Lys
B: The Ambassadors of the kingdom of Taglerias, hailing from Taglerin
C: The Prince-Ambassador of the kingdom of Thaumata, hailing from Thau Tau
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