You hastily make a great sacrifice of lambs and wolves upon the altars of Old Gods, and pray to them to save your son.
6
By the very next morning, you and your wife touch the face of little Duk. It is pleasantly warm, as it should be.
The healers put him under their care for next few days just to be sure, but the strange illness, whatever it was, went away. Old Gods be praised!
805 NWE, Midwinter
The caravan of silver bullion, hopefully first of many, arrives from the southern mountains. The Treasurer is overjoyed by the quality of the bullion, which ends of course in the vaults of the Treasury.
805 NWE, Few days later
You enter Hege's side bedchamber, the squealing of a newborn child ringing in your ears even from the door.
"It's a girl, your Majesty." Proclaims the palatial healer as the nurses clean the child and help your queen with aftercare. "A princess for the dynasty of Bubba!"
By the evening, your wife settles on the name - as it is her priviledge - of your daughter: Pola, a popular name amongst noble ladies in Rug in recent decades.
805 NWE, End of the Year
Battling the ringing in your ears caused by your kids constant crying and screaming, you sit down at the desk to enjoy a goblet of thin wine - a perfect moment for the Advisor to come in.
"My liege! I have compiled the Scrolls of Kingdom Status for this year!" He says, splaying the vellum on your desk.
Happiness: 3
Population: 6
Economy: 4
Army: 3
You twirl your moustache while the Advisor scratches his beard.
"Any suggestions?"
"Well, the neighbourhood seems peaceful, my liege." The old man replies thoughtfully. "This means we could return to the peasants some of the wealth - the thin years seem to be a thing of the past."
A) "No, we need to replenish our Army first! Get me some mercenaries in there."
B) "Agreed, lets sponsor some festivals or such to lift their spirits."
C) "No, we ought to remain frugal, at least for one more year."