King Charles V

5th of August, 1160
Court was in session when a nobleman came in, based on how he was dressed and spoke I could tell right away he was a German though his French was not terrible. The herald announced the guest “A Sir Werner von Hidenburg from the court of his Imperial Majesty erm Holy Roman Emperor Otto IV von Habsburg.” I raised a brow whispering to my chancellor “Is there a new Emperor?” “Erm yes your highness, Emperor Ordulf was apparently assassinated on the orders of his own daughter. I was not aware the Prince-Electors already chose a new Emperor.” My shock must have been apparent as the German noble cleared his throat and my attention was brought back to him “Right, you may rise Sir von Hidenburg. What has brought you to Paris?” “Yes well his Imperial majesty, Emperor Otto, has formally sent a request to you King Charles V to travel to Habsburg Castle in attendance for his coronation ceremony.” I was surprised by quite a bit of this. After having just been at war with the Empire and now this new Emperor seems to be seeking to make a good impression. I accepted the invitation and prepared to travel to meet this new Emperor. “I will be leaving matters of state to my Designated Regent Duke Raimond of Toulouse.” I announced. I would later learn that the Emperor was actually a Duke of Styria, a minor hold in the Eastern Marches. Either way this would be an ideal time to help smooth any relations and secure my eastern border with the Empire as long as Otto is Emperor.
10th of September, 1160
The ceremony was brief as the Emperor approached the Pope who placed the crown on his head. At his flanks on either side were the Prince-Electors though I did get one of the front seats of the entire ceremony. The silence only populated by the Latin chants of the Pope “ crown you as Holy Roman Emperor Otto IV von Habsburg, King of Germany, Italy, and of the Romans” There was silence which quickly broke with a resounding cheer as me and several lords raised glasses of wine “Long live Emperor Otto.”After the ceremony Emperor Otto gave a speech in various dialects and languages, though it was hard to understand his accent at times. I do remember in clear Latin he said “As I had promised prior to this day, my first decree as Holy Roman Emperor is to announce the Papacy shall no longer be subjects of the Empires rule. Papal lands in Italy will be restored to their full independence. And as a sign of good faith the Princes of Salzburg, Munster, Weinsburg, and Pettau will all become subjects of his Holiness.” As there was an applaud I chuckled under my breath. So that is how this minor lord managed to be elected Emperor. He had arranged a deal with the Pope. No matter this does mean he’ll most certainly be a weak Emperor.
12th of March, 1162
My relationship with Guillaume has been getting more and more strenuous lately. “All this sneaking around is pointless” I found myself muttering. Trying to balance between his needs and Adelheids is becoming more and more difficult. Not to mention the guilt. Oh God the guilt. I loved Adelheid, I truly had come to love her. Even if Guillaume helped fulfill the needs that only a man could do, I couldn’t keep this up forever. I met with Guillaume one night as he began removing his shirt I shook my head “Darling don’t. Look we...we can’t keep doing this.” Guillaume looked at me shocked “What do you mean?” “I mean this sneaking around, sleeping together. Look, I care deeply for you. But I have to come to terms with the fact that I’m married. I have children. What kind of father would I be to them if I broke their mothers heart.” Guillaume looked down, his eyes darting about to anywhere but me. “I love you Guillaume, I really do, but this has to stop. I’m sorry.” He sighed “No Charles I’m sorry. I knew this couldn’t really be, I should have kept rejecting you and saved us the eventual trouble.” he buttoned his shirt once again heading out of the room slamming the door. I sighed falling into the bed rubbing my eyes as tears began to well up.
13th of February, 1166
Day in day out, life here in Paris has grown easier for the past few years if not a bit dull. I miss the excitement of having Guillaume here. Luckily he and I still remained friends afterwards and amended things. He’s a good tutor for my young Baudouin. Today my Court Chaplain, Bishop Robert of Laon, entered the court. “Ah Robert, how are you?” “I’m well King Charles” he said with a smile and bow “I came today with a message I just received from Rome.” he said holding up a letter. “Oh? What is it about” “Well it seems his Holiness Pope Honorius II is calling on the Christian lords of Europe to join in a new Crusade.” “A crusade?” He nodded “Though this is not like the first two, it seems the Serene Republic of Venice has been overtaken by Lollard heretics. They reject the christian hierarchy and refuse to subject themselves to the papacy in any regard. So the Papacy is asking for France’s support in Crusading to liberate the Kingdom of Croatia from these heretics.” I leaned back in my seat “I see, so would we be restoring the King of Croatia to his throne?” “Queen” Bishop Robert corrected “It seems the current heir for the Croatian throne is the Countess Antonija of Nice.” I nodded some thinking it over “We will pledge troops for the Crusade. These heresies need to be stomped out before they are allowed to spread. I imagine I will be permitted to appoint a beneficiary to receive titles in my stead for contributing to this war?” The Bishop nodded “Well who should I offer in my letter to his Holiness?” I already had someone in mind “My younger brother, Prince Louis. Neither he nor his wife are likely to inherit any titles of their own. I would be happy to fight a war to grant my brother a fief.” I smiled as Bishop Robert bowed “I will make sure to send word back to Rome right away. Thank you, your majesty.” I hadn’t fought in any wars since I fought the Holy Roman Empire. Perhaps this Crusade is the excitement I’ve been looking for.
15th of September, 1167
In a little over one month, the Crusade for Croatia will begin. Honestly I’ve been feeling a lot of excitement built up for this. I will be travelling with the Crusaders though I will probably be leaving most of the military matters to my commanders. I’ll be there most for the adventure and glory. I’ve heard some courtiers talk about how the Venetians had this coming to them for destroying what was left of the old Roman Empire. Though most just seem happy the Pope is taking such a hard stance against heretics. Either way we are making our way south to Narbonne where we will set sail to Dalmatia. I hope to earn this land for Louis, out of all my brothers he is perhaps one of my favorites if I am to be honest. Always a kind soul, never one to put himself above others. He will be a righteous King, I know it.
18th of October, 1167
Today is the day, Pope Honorius II has called for the Third Crusade against the Serene Doge Adelmio of Venice. Crusaders from England to Germany, all the way to Egypt and Hungary are raising the banners marching and sailing to Croatia to liberate the Kingdom from the Venetian Lollards. I look forward to seeing what kind of glory I can seek during the crusade.
19th of December, 1167
We’ve set sail, most of the armies will still take weeks to gather in Narbonne though they’ll have to take the second fleet of transports. We will be setting sail today to the Adriatic Sea and land in the coasts of Dalmatia. I’m sure Hungarian and German Crusaders will already have a head start, though honestly I don’t see how the Venetians can possibly stand up to the combined might of all of Christendom.
15th of February, 1168
We’ve landed on the coast of Split, almost twenty thousand strong as the ships sail back to France to retrieve more men this will be the bulk of the French Crusader army. It’s exciting, I have my commanders prepare their siege weapons as I keep a distant watch. This is certainly going to be intriguing.
21st of March, 1168
Split has already fallen as we move onward, my commanders tell me this will be another war not unlike the one with the Holy Roman Empire. They doubt any of my men will see real battle, not that I’d mind. I would not be well suited for such a situation in truth.
10th of June, 1168
We’ve taken complete control of Split and are now marching inland. It seems the other Crusader armies are attacking the Venetian army, based on what I’ve been hearing there is almost 30 thousand men in the Venetian lagoon itself putting the city under siege and taking control of everything they can pillaging the rich merchant city. If nothing else this will teach them the hubris that wealth had brought them I suppose. As I ride with my armies I can’t help but find myself amazed at this beautiful foreign landscape. I should get out of France more often.
22nd of July, 1168
Word has spread fast, the Venetians have surrendered and the Kingdom of Croatia has finally been restored. In a mass ceremony in the capital of Senj Castle Pope Honorius II gave out the new titles to the various benefactors. The Pope had named Louis Count of Zagreb and Duke of Slavonia, certainly an admirable title. Of course the center of it all was the Countess Antonija who was given her proper birthright as Queen of Croatia. As we all cheered my armies and I headed back home as I decided it was better to take the overland route. I had enough time at sea and wanted to see the European countryside before I returned back to Paris. We would head along the Italian coastlines through Milan and Tuscany until we got to my southernmost holdings. From there it is a ride to Paris. Perhaps I should be less content with my rule and strive for something more.
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17th of January, 1169
I have finally returned to Paris, longing to be home again. I spoke with my council calling them for a meeting. “Gentlemen, I have come to a decision. After being away from home for so long I’ve come to realize that I need to make my own mark on France’s history. My father worried that the Holy Roman Emperor would be a threat and his final wish was that I went forward with his plans and won a decisive war against the Germans.” At this point my Chancellor, Duke Henri of Burgundy, spoke up “Your majesty, if I may interrupt. Why did you call us here?” I cleared my throat “I want to subjugate the Bretons. Brittany is meant to be our vassal, and yet the King of Brittany holds himself a title equal to my own and does not pay taxes. Frankly he is as much my Vassal as the Kings of England were when they held Normandy.” there were murmurs and worries but I quelled them down “I have a very specific plan and idea, though first it will require the Kingdom of Brittany to be completely subjugated.” I then stood up “I wish to crown myself the first Emperor of France.” This time my Steward, Duke Gausbert of Aquitaine spoke “King Charles, what does that mean?” “I mean that my ancestor Charlemagne had led the Franks and conquered Germany becoming the first Holy Roman Empire, though I believe France is equal to that of the Emperor. In fact, the Holy Roman Empire is in decline. Italy slips further away from their grasp and into the Popes. The vassals of the Emperor like the Queen of Lotharingia hold the real power. I believe that I am worthy of being crowned Emperor of France.” there was silence in the air for a long moment. “Like I said, I want to subject the Kingdom of Brittany. Then I want scribes to mark down the day I declare myself Emperor.” As I sat back down on my throne I then gave out my instructions “Send the ultimatum to the King of Brittany, subject himself as my vassal or be prepared to surrender his lands. Let us raise the levies once more.”
12th of March, 1169
The first battle report arrived from Monkontour. The entire Breton army was there in their futile resistance, only two thousand men. The armies flooded in with a constant stream of reinforcements and though the battle was costly, it cost the Bretons severely more. As they retreat tens of thousands of French soldiers begin flooding their eastern reaches. Brittany will be forcefully conquered if they do not surrender. My Royal Marshal, Duke Alphonse of Normandy, tells me that he does not expect this war to take very long due to how overwhelmingly weak Brittany is. Though it seems they all still question my choices in wanting to establish a new Empire. They can’t understand. While riding back from that Crusade I thought about the glorious battles my father told me of when I was a child, or the stories of my great grandfather King Eudes II leading crusaders during the Battle of Giza. Meanwhile all I can say I did was siege a few Croatian ports. I am standing among giants and I’m left always feeling small and helpless. A victim of circumstance. This is my way to glory. This will be my legacy.
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13th of May, 1169
It seems the first city to fall would be Vannes as the Bretons were routed; they seemed to have fled via ship landing in our northern coasts. I’ve had to hire some mercenaries to have the Bretons taken care of while my armies continued the occupation and garrison of Brittany.
14th of July, 1169
There are brief moments in ones life when they know they are living in a historical moment. The kind that generations in the future will speak of for centuries to come. Today is certainly one of those days. The King of Brittany surrendered formally as Brittany was brought fully under my rule. I redistributed the titles among mostly my commanders and Breton courtiers. I then named the Duke Payen d’Anjou of Upper Brittany as the new King of Brittany. The ceremony was brief as I summoned the Duke to court. I rose in my throne “Duke Payen, your daughter, your sole child Sophie, is currently betrothed to my son and heir Baudouin. This is correct?” “Yes your Highness.” he answered, his head lowered in a kneel. “For years you have served your Kingdom loyally and dutifully, correct?” “Yes your Highness.” “Well I think it is about time your service is properly rewarded. From this day forth you shall be named King Payen of Brittany. Though you will remain my loyal vassal.” He spoke up “Thank you my lord” I turned back to the throne and with a clap of my hands a pair of servants placed a blue cloak around my shoulders. A new crown was beset on my head with a thicker band and larger fleur-de-lis patterned with jewels. As they placed it I sat on the throne taking the Karling family blade and the globus cruciger in the other. “I hereby dub myself Emperor Charles the First of the Empire of Francia. King of France and Navarra.” The court began clapping in the brief announcement and ceremony. Honestly I wasn’t sure how to react. I remained more stoic I suppose. I remember talking to Uncle Baudouin after father's funeral. He talked about how my father never got to be himself even in his youth, how he always had to be this strong stoic figure for his Kingdom. I remember promising myself then that I wouldn’t let my position get in the way of who I was. I loved, and still love Guillaume. Yet I let the potential ruining of my marriage and the scandal of if that came out guide me in ending our relationship. I didn’t want to go into grand wars of glory and yet here I am standing in the wake of victory calling myself an Emperor of a new Empire of my design. Here I am sitting emotionless allowing my subjects to bask under me. Perhaps this is just what this position does to people. Power and wealth simply change men whether for better or worse. I’ve become my father even though I didn’t want to.After the ceremony I began speaking with my advisors council and decreed new reformations to the administration of the Empire of Francia. It would not be run on the same antiquated feudal system that I had relied on for so long. Instead I took more inspiration from the Roman imperial administering system. While Dukes and Counts still served underneath me, the Dukes were charged over provinces that could be revoked away at any given moment. I also changed and standardized the tax collection system specifically ensuring that taxes were being paid with currency exclusively rather than with other goods, the exception being nobility who were given tax breaks for providing me instead with soldiers and levies. These new reforms would sweep in and surely make running the Empire much easier. More importantly, it keeps power centralized on the monarchy. Important for traditions and all that.
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The Empire of France c.1169

Emperor Charles I of France

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4th of January, 1170
Since becoming Emperor I’ve definitely expanded how much authority I have. These Dukes are effectively appointed administrators now, which means I am able to freely restrict their rights. Of course I’ve made sure to financially compensate them. But now I've made sure that any internal wars between vassals are strictly forbidden. Though through these new reforms I’ve been pushing through my family is being stricken with crisis. Namely, my son Baudouin has come down with the flu and I’ve broken into horrible rashes. In order to redistribute and balance my humors the royal physician had me hang upside down for a very long time.It felt humiliating and ridiculous but the rashes don’t bother me as much anymore so I’m sure the treatment is working. He’s similarly done a good job treating and caring for my son.
7th of February, 1170
Truly Bishop Robert, my Royal Physician and Court Chaplain, is a miracle worker. My rashes have gone away with ease and although Baudouin still suffers from fevers and chills he seems to be doing surprisingly well. I expect he’ll be making a full recovery soon.
1st of March, 1172
For the past year or so Baudouin had been spending more and more time with his future subjects. I had them formally meet him as overall he made quite the good impression I feel. He’s grown so much over the years, 12 years old now. His older sister Elisabeth similarly has grown to a respectable and incredibly bright young woman. She is to be married to her betrothed, Duke Adalhard of Lesser Poland, in about two years time. With both of my children nearing adulthood I’m really starting to feel my age in truth.
3rd of October, 1172
It seems many of the construction projects started by my father and great grandfather have been seeing good fortune. They are currently done with the basic foundations for the Orleans Royal University and should be done with the Grand Seminar and lecture halls by next year. Even Notre Dame whose construction began almost a century ago is still expanding though its golden bells, gargoyles, and grand basilicas are all already impressive. It’s large spire, added about a decade ago, still impresses me. Either way I hope I’ll live long enough to see at least one of these grand structures completed.
29th of August, 1174
I was vomiting last night after tossing and turning. As I struggled back into bed I felt the sheets seeing sweat had pooled beneath me. I asked for Bishop Robert to come in and take a look at me. He explained that I most likely have developed the flu and offered some treatment. Robert has done nothing but right by me, I trust the man with my life.
11th of September, 1175
I’m not one to surrender very easily. Flu or no flu, I was still going to attend my son's wedding day. I was being helped up the steps when the great golden bells of Notre Dame rang from above. Filling the air of Paris. Inside the Grand Basilica I met the bride, a young beautiful Sophie d’Anjou. “Ah if it isn’t the Princess Sophie. My you’ve grown.” I said with a laugh as she smiled bowing her head “Thank you, your majesty.” I raised a hand “Oh please, I have had enough of your majesties and my lieges for one lifetime. At least let my daughter-in-law refer to me as Charles.” She certainly seemed surprised by my informality. I turned to the servants “Leave us.” as they scurried off to other duties I walked with her “I must apologize I didn’t want to be ill during the wedding.” “No no erm Charles, it’s alright.” I chuckled as she continued “So if I may ask why is it you named my father King of Brittany?” I raised a brow and shrugged “Payen had provided good and loyal service. His, your family, have always been very loyal to the crown. It’s the reason I chose you to be my sons bride.” She nodded “Well I was just curious about it all, after all declaring yourself an Emperor of France, do you think other Lords of Europe will take this title seriously?” I was surprised and she certainly noticed as she quickly apologized “I’m sorry, I’ve spoken out of turn.” I raised a hand “No no it’s quite alright. In truth, I believe my vassals certainly celebrate my title. France has defeated and earned the respect of all her rivals and enemies. Honestly subjecting Brittany was ore of a sign of power than anything else. A sort of silent threat to anyone who challenges my authority as an Emperor.” she nodded before Payen approached “Ah there you are Sophie. Come! It’s time for the ceremony! It was then he noticed me and bowed “Oh your Imperial Grace.” “Why hello King Payen. I’ve heard you’ve been tormenting your new vassals.” he laughed nervously “Well a few too many plots against me and Sophie here. It seems they might have had a bit too much power for their own good.” “Yes I can relate to that sentiment.” Payen turned to Sophie “You must come at once. If you’ll excuse us your grace.” as they slipped away I gave a small nod of acknowledgement. She is an incredibly intelligent woman. Beautiful too. I’m sure Baudouin will consider himself lucky. Clearly I am good at choosing them. Speaking of which I better find my seat by Adelheid.
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31st of January, 1176
I’ve made a full recovery now from the Flu, and in good time as well. My son-in-law Adalhard was made King of Poland via a palace coup in March of last year. Though now he’s facing a civil war and had asked me for help. Normally I keep out of the internal affairs of other Kingdoms though I much prefer to keep ties with the Poles strong. Between them and the Lotharingians, I can certainly keep the Emperor in check. I’ve hired a band of 18 thousand mercenaries and I’ve sent them northeast to the rebellious lowlands. With a successful siege there hopefully I can do my part in helping Adalhard out in this war.
20th of September, 1176
The mercenary army has returned with good news, they managed to siege the castles in the lowlands and it seems the polish rebellion is already over. It seems they had stormed city after city pillaging and looting it all. No matter their brutish ways of doing things the deed is done. How convenient. After making sure the mercenary armies were paid I made sure to send my regards to King Adalhard.
10th of September, 1179
After court was through I was making my way to the dining hall for dinner when a servant approached me. “Your grace, Prince Baudouin has sent me to inform you that his wife Sophie has finally given birth.” I smiled ear to ear “How wonderful! A boy or a girl?” “A boy, sire, they have chosen to name him Charles. He’s a bit quiet and sluggish but he is healthy.” I laughed some “I knew that girl was the right pick for the boy! Inform them I will be up right away, then tell the cooks to hold off dinner. I must meet my grandson!” A future Emperor of France. I’m glad Sophie helped usher in this realm's future.
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2nd of September, 1189
The past decade has been a peaceful existence. Besides updates on the politics of Europe or the occasional peasant revolt, little developments have come or gone. As of last year Baudouin and Sophie have given me a total of four grandchildren who I spend much of my personal time with. There's my eldest grandson Charles, whom I am the namesake. He’s now nine or so I think. He’s a bit of a frail boy, not very strong, but he has a quick wit about him always eager to learn. His younger brother Baudouin, whom my son named after himself, is about four years old. He’s already such a bratty child but my god is he smart. Even smarter than his brother at half the age, I honestly wish he’d been born first he would make an excellent Emperor. Then there were their two sisters: Yolande and Sophie; the latter’s first birthday will be in a few days. Though as the years go by my health has slowly deteriorated away. I began walking with a cane about 3 years ago and as I awoke I found myself unable to rise out of bed. My entire body ached as I barely rolled out then a loud thud rang as I collapsed. Guards rushed inside “Your grace!” they shouted as I raised my hand pushing myself up lifting myself back into the bed “It’s fine boys, just my bad leg.” though as I sank back into the bed I realized that this could very well be my final days. My body has only gotten more and more useless over the years and though I can keep my mind sharp I know I’m vulnerable and feeble. I’ve lived a good life though. I just hope I don’t have the misfortune of outliving my son. Though he’s been under good care by Bishop Robert, his gout still worries me.
3rd of November, 1191
My days began blending together. It’d been so long since I’d seen the sun except through my glass windows. I became increasingly idle and soon I would fade out and in. Sometimes Robert was there, other times it was Baudouin. I remember, I think, waking to see nothing but pretty colors. How gorgeous. The next moment I opened my eyes only half lidded as a handsome young man who looked just like my son stood over me. Can’t remember his name. “Don’t worry father, I promise to take care of everything for you.” What a nice boy. I’m sure he and my son would get along.
19th of December, 1191
I awoke only briefly. Darkness ate at me as I could barely make out the shapes around me. There were voices but I could not understand them. Clarity hit me for just a moment. This is it. I wonder if there is anything beyond this, I hope they can forgive me for giving up. My Adelheid, my Baudouin, my Guillaume, my Elisabeth. I will see you all soon I hope, I pray that there is more. Not because I fear the rest, but because I’ve felt like I’ve lived a life so idle. I hope I did enough father. I hope I made you proud. I take a breath.
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Emperor Baudouin II

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6th of April, 1218
Losing father was difficult enough, but to lose grandfather too? I had to be strong for my little siblings and for my mother and grandmother. But there's only so much I can take. I ended up crying in my bedchamber when nobody was with me. What’s worse is that now I’m expected to be this Emperor. So much responsibility has been thrust onto me. Though this morning I got everything together before making my way to the court “Your Imperials grace” the chancellor began “You should be aware of a developing peasants revolt in the southeast.” I nodded “Well raise some local levies and take care of it.” I dismissed it as some other advisors began swarming me to make arrangements for my coronation. There were also arrangements that had to be made for my marriage with Plaisance next month. So many things to take care of it was almost overwhelming.
26th of April, 1218
Of all the foolishness. A letter arrived from the Vatican ex communicating me from the church. Apparently my excommunication was a request by Duke Adolf of Franche Comte. “I’m sure he submitted the request out of spite for your grandfather.” the chancellor explained as I was obviously steaming in my throne “He had seized a good portion of land from the Duke prior to his death.” he continued to explain. I took in a deep breath and sighed “Well it’s fine, send in a declaration of repentance, we must ask his Holiness to lift this excommunication.”
12th of May, 1218
It seems the Pope had agreed to forgive me of my ‘sins’ only if I promised to keep the powers of investing bishops to the Papacy. Using his position to leverage more power out of me? What a bastard. I agreed to the arrangement though I certainly wasn’t happy about it. Is this really how my reign as Emperor is going to begin?
27th of May, 1218
Today was my wedding. With everything sorted I stood in the aisle before I met my betrothed for the first time. She was a beautiful woman though a bit more burly than I expected. Either way, I was sure I could learn to love her. As the ceremony concluded I knew there was only one more thing to do, arrange the coronation as Emperor.
16th of August, 1218
After weeks of festivities and celebrations the day has finally come. This has been a very difficult year for me. Being excommunicated, arranging my own marriage and my coronation, not to mention all of these new pressures. Though as the weeks have come and gone I’ve grown and adjusted. Although I do not expect my life to be very peaceful or easy from this point forth, I have a full grasp of what is expected out of me. I will deliver on these ambitions. With all of the border skirmishes and conflicts we’ve apparently had with the Holy Roman Empire I plan to end these conflicts once and for all. But first I need to get back at a certain Duke of Franche Comte. But before I could do any of that I had a ceremony to attend. As they draped a blue cape around me I slowly marched across down the aisle before spotting the Pope up ahead. Pope Martinus II who dared tell me how to run my own Empire and abused his position of power. And now I must subject myself to kneeling before him as he blesses me and places the imperial crown upon my head “And so I name you, Emperor Baudouin II of France and King of Navarra.” as I felt the crown fit onto my head I rose taking the crown jewels before turning to an applauding crowd. As soon as this is over I’ll begin making arrangements to go to war with the Empire. That bloody Duke deserves what is coming to him.
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25th of August, 1218
Based on these reports I requested Duke Adolf of Franche Comte only has a single county left to his name, the county of Varais. I called in the Imperial Marshal, Duke Gilles of Burgundy, into my court. “The Duke of Franche Comte has insulted me.” I stated while shuffling through the reports “I want to make sure to punish not only him, but his entire family. Raise the levies and send out a declaration of war to the German Emperor Burchard. Either he will stand aside allowing justice to take place or he will resist and be met with the full might of the empire.” Gilles bowed “Of course your grace, I’ll have forces marching to Varais by the end of today.” he said as I excused him. War it is.
28th of November, 1218
The war has been nothing but skirmishes as my armies gathered in Varais and the surrounding counties to siege and secure a foothold. Though I just received word a massive battle broke out in Besancon as the Germans crossed a river apparently my men had almost completely routed the eight thousand Germans when another 5000 in reinforcements arrived from the southeast though in the end half of their army was wiped out in a humiliating defeat. Though it seems an even greater force was marching south towards the armies in Vesoul. I sent out the order to move some of our forces away from Varais to reinforce. As long as we don’t let them secure any holes in our defenses then they will have to surrender and I can deal with this Duke Adolf as I please.
11th of January, 1219
The long awaited battle was here. German forces entered Luxeuil based on this report numbering at least 16 thousand strong. Our armies numbered over 20 thousand and we had an additional five thousand men from the south en route. Despite their great numbers they were unorganized and kept under a single command. This left their flanks rather flustered and barely coordinated. Though as word arrived of another ten thousand Germans descending from the mountains in the east I sent out the order, all men were to travel to Luxeuil, this is the battle that will determine the war.
23rd of February, 1219
Disaster. Absolute disaster. Twenty thousand french men died. We lost to a force half of our size! One of the greatest defeats in our fair Kingdoms history. There was only one way to salvage this war. I made the call for mercenaries to be hired by the tens of thousands and to send them to the front. We needed to regroup what was left of my army. This war is much more difficult than I initially imagined. Perhaps I allowed my arrogance get to me. The Germans are not to be trifled with like play things.
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17th of April, 1219
It is time to take revenge. I’ve sent in twenty thousand of my remaining men into Saint-Ylie to confront the Germans. An army of thirty thousand mercenaries were on their way to reinforce them as necessary. I hope with these new more competent commanders we can organize and use our numbers effectively. After the disastrous Battle of Luxeuil, another loss will signify the end of this war. Of course there is another card I’ve yet to play, I’ve sent a letter to King Cosimo of Italy to get his help in this war. Italy is the one reliable ally my father arranged and with them joining the Germans now have another foe to worry about.
8th of May, 1219
It’s nice to finally get good news. The King of Italy sent his response agreeing to join in the war on my side. Whats more we’ve seen military success in Saint-Ylie as the Germans were routed. Now they were only a slice of the entire German army but nonetheless, this could give us just the push we need, like a boulder rolling down a hill only growing faster and faster.
17th of August, 1219
It seems my hopes had come true. Although the Germans have retreated and are putting up a fight in the north, the Italians made quick work of the German forces left in the mountains of Provence and Dauphine. What’s more is my armies have started occupying German lands once again. The tide has turned once more. Never again shall I allow my arrogance to lead to such humiliation, death, and suffering.
31st of March, 1220
After enough setbacks and failures it seems the Emperor has given up, surrendering Varais and by extension allowing the now former Duke of Franche Comte to be left landless. Let him wallow in shame as he now has nothing to give to his children because he decided to make an enemy out of me. But I think more importantly, I shouldn’t forget about all of those who died and suffer because of me and my choices. A foolish war for my own personal benefit, conducted with foolish decisions hunting for glory and it cost 20 thousand men their lives.
22nd of March, 1221
I was shaking my brother Bohemonds hand as I gave him a farewell. He had a very long journey ahead of him. He was to be married to Queen Zsofia of Wallachia, a beneficial marriage for our family of course, but a hard one. As I returned to the palace I was ambushed by a few officials “Emperor Baudouin, your grace, we have some news from the Holy Roman Empire.” I raised a hand “I’ve no more business with the Emperor. We have a truce and I plan to abide by it.” he shook his head “No your grace, I mean, it is not from the Emperor more about him.” I stopped putting my hands behind my back. I turned to the official “Well on with it then.” “Erm Chancellor Berenger wanted us to inform you that the Aftasid Sultan, the Sultan of Andalusia, he is at war with the Emperor.” I was shocked at this news “What? The Adalusians are at war with the Germans? Whatever for?” He shuffled through some papers “It seems that they are attempting to conquer Provence. From what I understand there will be thousands of Andalusian soldiers marching through France on their way there.” I was certainly surprised to be sure. I didn’t even know the Andalusians had finished their wars against what was left of the Christians in Iberia. But then a thought crossed my mind. “Allow them.” “What?! Your grace!” the official shouted as I glared him into silence. He should probably remember who he is speaking to. “The German Emperor proved himself a capable leader, he nearly defeated my armies. I'm sure he is capable of defeating a few infidels. Besides Andalusia and the Emperor alike are both enemies of France. Let them fight each other and weaken one another. If the Emperor wins, no harm done to me or Christendom. Should he fail then France will have to step in and pick up after the Germans are weakened and humiliated. Either way it is to our advantage to remain out of this conflict. It does not concern us until and unless the Andalusians prove victorious.” in truth that would be the best outcome. Why risk myself for Christendom when the Pope was willing to excommunicate me for someone as petty as a German Prince? No. I might as well use this situation to my advantage. “Is that all?” I asked as the official turned a page “Oh there is one other thing your majesty. Your uncle.” “Which one?” “Your Uncle Baudouin, it seems there are rumors that he is gathering supporters out in the Eastern Marches. He’s claiming that after your fathers passing he was the rightful heir as the eldest living son of the King, not you.” I raised a brow to the official shaking my head “How foolish. Well let the old man try, let Chancellor Berenger know that he is thanked for all of the information he’s provided but for now to maintain his current assignments to gather support among the nobility. It’s best to make sure everyone stays in line.” “Of course your grace” he said, giving a bow as I returned to the palace.
11th of December, 1222
A letter arrived today, an ultimatum from my uncle Baudouin. “Surrender the throne as Emperor and I will spare our people the suffering that will only come from resistance.” it read. I laughed shaking my head, if that bloated old fool thinks he can overthrow me so be it. I call on my Imperial Marshal to raise the levies. France will reject my uncles claim and he will learn the punishment of this kind of treachery.
25th of April, 1223
As soon as the reports came in that Baudouin and his army arrived in Reims, I had my army of 30 thousand descend onto him. His measly band of mercenaries and fools that he convinced to follow him stood no chance. As they were routed word came that an even larger army was en route to reinforce them but they were too late.
14th of May, 1223
The bulk of Baudouin’s army arrived hoping to reinforce their initial forces. Little did they expect that they had been routed so quickly it gave my army of thirty thousand men time to set up defenses to ambush Baudouin himself. As their forces were crushed Baudouin himself was captured and surrendered. His little adventure was over as he was dragged to Paris where he will spend the rest of his life imprisoned. I’m no kinslayer, he won’t be executed, but I will not allow him a chance to run free or continue being a thorn in my side.
15th of November, 1224
Ever since I became Emperor I’ve struggled to keep my vassals in line though by now things were finally starting to look up. The only exception being King Payen II of Brittany. Payen and I never got along but he’s constantly refused to comply. He was trying to gather up a faction of nobles to back Uncle Baudouins claim to the throne and now he’s trying to undermine my position of power once again. I won’t have it. Unfortunately trying to cut him down will only result in a civil war I’m not willing to fight. I was thinking of what to do about the whole situation when it beamed onto me. I began drafting a letter to King Payen II issuing him a formal challenge to a duel of honor. I will make sure he doesn’t walk away.
18th of November, 1224
Today was the day, a small crowd has gathered outside as King Payen was dressed in his armor. His own blade in his hand. I looked out the window as my servants dressed me in my family's armor dating back to King Eudes II. I took the Greek Sword as I stepped out the crowd bean cheering. “King Payen, I am glad you accepted my challenge.” “How could I refuse? A chance to properly end you and rid this Empire of such a pathetic Emperor.” I felt my face turn to a sour stare “I tried to keep this civil, it’s too bad it seems you’re incapable as always of being a gentleman.” we began the duel as the crowd cheered along deafeningly so as I parried one attack then another. Payen was certainly not skilled. I’d trained in sparring since I was 14. With another parry he panted and struggled to even lift his blade. “You know Payen.” I said through my helmet as he raised his blade to swing I swiped at his side striking his leg before I raised my foot kicking him onto the ground. “This really was the only logical outcome of you coming here today.” I said walking over as I put my foot on his shoulder stopping him from lifting his arm as the crowd cheered I raised the blade before running it through the center of his chest. As he let out a long groan blood spilling and pooling out of his chest I twisted and turned the blade to pull it out. As he let out a long gargled gasp Payen laid there still. Slain in honorable combat. Honestly it was too good for him.
12th of March, 1226
After seven long years of trying, and constant love making between me and Plaisance God finally rewarded us with a child. A son no less. As the court watched the birthing of the next Emperor I watched closely. He could barely offer a wail and we worried it was a stillbirth. Though his cry is weak, and he looks to be in what seems like constant pain I am happy to have a young heir. I’ve named him Baudouin after myself of course. After the courtiers left the Court Physician informed me that young Baudouin is still very weak and although he will do what he can, there is a high chance he won’t live. I won’t allow such a thing. I told him to spare no expense for his future Emperor.
20th of June, 1226
He was not meant for this world. Me and Plaisance were by his crib watching the baby quietly sleep, he was always so quiet. Barely able to move. We watched his tiny chest no bigger than my palm rise and fall smaller and smaller breaths. We knew today was the day. Plaisance bit her lip as tears rolled down her face as we watched he took one small breath exhaled and then we didn’t see him rise any more. We didn’t try to revive him. He would never have survived. She turned to me and buried her face trying to hide her sobs as I held her. My own eyes stung as I felt my entire body tremble. “He’s with God now my love.” I whispered as she nodded and only responded between her tears “I just wanted him to be with me.” I nodded “I know.”
12th of August, 1227
It’s been over a year since we buried him. In truth, I often spot Plaisance occasionally visiting his grave and speaking to it. I wonder if she tells him stories about her day. Well today I saw her crying as she talked to his grave. When she returned I pretend to have not noticed “My dear, how are you doing?” I asked, touching her cheek with a smile. Her face was flushed. “I was telling Baudouin he was going to have a younger sibling.” I felt my face light up at the news. We shared a kiss and although this child would never replace Baudouin, I was happy the Lord has given us a second chance.
10th of March, 1228
The day had come, another baby born. Another boy though unlike his older brother he was big, very long in fact. And when he was born he gave a loud cry. Healthy. I was nearly brought to tears as the courtiers watched the birthing. This time I could feel it, he was destined to be the next Emperor. We knew not to name him after me, or rather after his brother. So we decided instead on Charles. After my father of course. Though he never got to be Emperor himself, perhaps young Charles can take his place. Pope Ioannes XIX was present. In three days time he would be taken to Notre Dame to be baptized before the whole Empire in a glorious ceremony. He had done the same for poor Baudouin but alas it did not offer him protection from Gods will.
10th of September, 1230
It seems suddenly Plaisance has become increasingly fertile. Today another child was born and yet again another son. I’ve chosen to name him Louis. A beautiful baby boy not anywhere as large as his older brother but still healthy. And that’s all that really matters to me.
26th of December, 1230
What a lovely Christmas, with my two sons and truly a celebration of a wondrous and prosperous year. Though as the business of court returned today one of the first matters brought to my attention was apparently a new dispute along the border with the Holy Roman Empire. Apparently there was a mixup with some French merchant sailors docking in Provence who were caught up in a recent rebellion there. “Sounds like we need to have those sailors freed.” I turned to my Chancellor “Who is the current Emperor? Is it still Emperor Burchard? I know he was quite elderly.” Chancellor Berenger shook his head “Er no sire. The Emperor passed about two years ago, I believe your kinsman King Bernard of Lotharingia was elected the new Emperor.” I raised a brow “Really? And I was not invited to his coronation?” “I don’t believe so your grace. No.” I shook my head “Spurred by my own kinsman.” I muttered under my breath “It’s fine. If the Emperor did not wish for me to attend his ceremony then I will not recognize his sovereignty over Provence.” I turned to the messenger “Have a message sent to the Emperor, he should expect French troops to move into Provence.” Controlling the coast is always important, and frankly this was just the excuse I needed to go to war once again with the Germans. Even if the Empire is lead by my own kinsman, it cannot falter. I also will not repeat the same mistakes I made in Luxeuil.
2nd of January, 1231
King Cosimo had sent in a letter today stating he would support me in this war. I in turn sent him some gifts of wine and tribute to thank him for all he’s done over the years. These conflicts with the Emperors over Arles has proven to be a constant drain on my resources.Though it has certainly brought glory to me and my name. I hope my kinsman sees the futility in stopping me then again no Emperor ever does. They cling to what land their shamble of an empire has left.
1st of May, 1231
I’ve spread out my forces a tad thin to siege the entirety of the duchy of Provence. This region is highly mountainous and treacherous, though I trust my commanders to establish strong defensive positions during their sieges. Should the Germans attack my armies the nearby forces will converge and reinforce them. Either way I’ve hired additional mercenary companies to defend my lands in case Emperor Bernard decides to invade.
14th of June, 1231
Forcalquier and Orange have both fallen though it seems the Germans have settled on a siege of Varais. I’ve sent the mercenaries to deal with them though I’ve requested for my personally appointed commanders to take charge of the army. I have more faith in them, I will not have my subjects die needlessly facing the Holy Roman Empire.
11th of August, 1231
The Battle of Bellevaux was well fought and based on this report a solid and overwhelming victory. As the Germans were routed the mercenaries were quick to rush to the captured castle of Morteau and retake it. My armies in the south meanwhile have taken control of the city of Arles itself and are establishing control over Provence. This war is a perfect storm, the culmination of all I’ve learned. They will know fear.
3rd of October, 1231
With all of Provence occupied in some capacity Emperor Bernard sent in his formal surrender ceding the county of Provence to me. In our agreement I also agreed to recede my forces from the occupied regions. Cutting off the Empire from the sea is beneficial enough for me. I will make sure Bernard knows this was nothing personal with some lavish gifts. In fact to celebrate our peace I’ve also sent to arrange a marriage between his newborn daughter Hodierne with Louis.
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1st of August, 1232
Today was a banquet to be held in the Palace of Guise and although it was mostly my advisors and dignitaries I made sure to personally invite my brother Julien. Julien and I had been close for years ever since father's death. Though with the war last year I didn’t realize the time flying and that I hadn’t seen him in what must feel like forever. “Brother!” he exclaimed upon arriving as we hugged. He was seated next to me as we were all eating and the discussions turned to some latest events. “I had heard from that mercenary captain you hired last year” Julien began addressing me “That England has apparently fallen into the shitter.” There was a small collective gasp as the vulgar language used in the Emperor's presence. Though I gave no reaction “Pray tell?” I could feel the tension lighten in the air as Julien continues his story. “So it seems they are in a civil war, as the mercenary captain explained it: the rebels are being led by the Anglo-Saxon Duke of York against the Norman-English King. Apparently there’s a lot of tension up north between those who cling onto their German roots.” I nodded some having heard of similar revolts in the past “This seems quite mundane brother.” He held a finger “But there’s more!” I set down my utensils as Julien gestured wildly while telling the rest of the story “You see these rebels are mostly nobles who went off to fight in the Crusade, right? Or their forefathers did. As it turns out while they were off in the lands of the Muslims they ended up feeling sympathy for them, you know for all the horrible things that the Crusaders had done to them in their homes and the like.” I decided to chime in to correct Julien “They brought it onto themselves by praying to false idols.” He shook his head with a sigh. This was always the sticking point with Julien, he was always someone with a kind heart but it made him weak and unable to understand that these ‘Muslims’ aren’t worthy of pity. “Anyways,” he continued “They eventually converted to Islam themselves. Formed a secret society among the nobility and now half of the nobility in England, mostly old Anglo-Saxons converted to Islam and there’s been religious tension thrown in the mix. So the whole Kingdom is in hell.” I chuckled some “See? Now that is no surprise. Let’s just hope they get ousted from their island kingdom before they start converting English commoners.” there were cheers around the table as Julian sighed “I just hope the whole conflict can be put to an end.” I nodded “I agree brother, but to think Crusaders who abandoned God for such a cause?” “It must have appealed to them.” I shook my head “I could never see myself doing such a thing.” As the banquet completed I had Louis and Charles both say goodbye to their Uncle “Julien you and I need some more time to ourselves I think.” He seemed to snap out of a trance just then “What? Oh yes definitely.” I looked over my shoulder to see Plaisance carting the children off. “Still no luck with you and Valence?” I asked as he shook his head “Unfortunately. I’m in my 30's now Baudouin, God hasn’t blessed us with a child so I doubt I’ll ever have that luxury.” he relented as I gave him a hug “Do not fret brother. I promise you’ll be blessed with a child soon. I’m sure of it.”
3rd of August, 1237
It is time once again. “Your grace, it seems Holy Roman Emperor Sigismund has launched an invasion against the Lollard King of Norway.” Chancellor Berenger explained. “I know you asked me to inform you once he was occupied.” I nodded “Thank you Chancellor. Send in Imperial Marshal Duke Hildebert of Blois.” As he rose he then added “As you wish your grace though if I may ask, how is the Empress?” I nodded “she is well, she is due any day now for our fourth child. Thank you for asking.” I gestured as he was dismissed. Duke Hildebert entered still healing from his recent wound after a training accident. “You asked to see me your grace.” I nodded “It’s time for another war with the Holy Roman Empire. With most of their forces in Norway we can probably take the county of Forcalquier.” He nodded “That seems sound but I don’t think you should go into this without expecting resistance.” I shook my head “worry not Hildebert, I’ve learned from my past. The Emperor is all the way east of Poland, his armies are up north in Norway, by the time they return to fight we’ll have already had a lead.”
10th of August, 1237
We were in a meeting discussing how to move in our armies when word reached me that Plaisance had gone into labor. When I approached the court was gathered and our first daughter was born. A gorgeous baby girl. It’s hard to imagine among all the death and war coming that such a gentle baby could be born. But here she is. “Princess Constance.”
28th of February, 1238
After an autumn and winter of sieges I’ve received report of the first major battle of this war. The Emperor seems to have raised what levies he could to deal with my forces. They gathered in Besancon where they began to siege the city. It is here where our army marched on to challenge them. Apparently their army was commanded by a single inexperienced German, almost surely their only available man as most of their skilled commanders were miles away in Norway. They were routed with ease. As the battle raged on most of the Duchy of Provence had been successfully besieged. My men by the thousands kept on the pressure. I expect a surrender coming in soon.
2nd of April, 1238
There was a surrender from the Duke of Provence, it came with relative ease as he knew there was little point resisting with an occupied Emperor unable to defend them. Another gained territory from the Holy Roman Empire. These frequent wars have made enemies among the Germans, yes. However, it has continued to strengthen the French Empire time and time again. We are deserving of the title as the heirs of Rome more than any Holy ‘Roman’ Emperor.
1st of July, 1240
Over the past several weeks I’ve been developing a terrible fever and rash. Though this rash has since started turning into lesions. My court physician says that it’s a case of smallpox. I’d been reading reports about how there has been a smallpox epidemic growing across northern France. I just never thought it’d end up in my own palace. My physician consulted the current astrological signs and determined it was best to perform a bloodletting from my temples and armpits. Although I felt light headed I certainly felt much better than I did before.
7th of January, 1242
My battle with Smallpox continues on as I wallow in the Palace of Guise. Occasionally my advisors will come in to inform me of the comings and goings of European politics. Today my newly appointed Chancellor, Thibault, informed me that my uncle Holy Roman Emperor Sigismund was overthrown by the German nobility some years ago. Not only that but this new Emperor, Emperor Thietmar, was now at war with our ally King Cosimo of Italy to seize Saluzzo. “Ugh” I groaned “If that’s the case, have our armies raised. We will protect our ally.” I tossed and turned in bed due to the discomfort as the maids wet their towels to wipe sweat from my brow. “As you wish your grace.” I raised my hand “I put the Royal Marshal, King Onfroy, in charge of this war.” I said laying back down “Now let me rest.” the Chancellor bowed his way out.
4th of February, 1242
I’ve mostly recovered as the fevers have receded, and just in time to. The Empire is on the brink of another war with the Empire this time in defense of our ally King Cosimo who has helped in so many of our conflicts. It is the least I can do in thanks. My armies will gather in the east to siege Imperial land and cut off any German passage through the western Alps.
7th of June, 1242
A few skirmishes have broken out along the eastern border though today a report came in on the first major battle in Neuchatel where almost 15 thousand Germans launched an attack on the besieging army with more to come. I’ve sent out orders for reinforcements to move from the south and help defend. If the Germans can’t break through Neuchatel then they won’t be able to launch an offensive against Italy. As they were pushed out they found themselves slaughtered by defensive positions quickly ambushed and routed out.
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23rd of November, 1242
I was sitting and resting overlooking the hedge maze garden by the Palace. That’s when I spotted my sons fighting down below. Charles was now 14 years of age, and Louis at 12. Their constant pranks and fights are growing on my nerves. “Boys, what seems to be the problem? Hm?” They looked to one another as Charles crossed his arms turning away. Louis then complained “Charles hit me with a stick!” “Charles is this true?” The prince turned to me with a pout “He’s the one who challenged my honor!” I groaned, rubbing the bridge of my nose. “Louis how about you and your brother go ask one of the servants for some wooden swords. You can settle a challenge of honor with a play duel.” they looked at one another and with a shrug from Charles Louis and him ran off “Thanks father.” I sat back down in my seat as they ran off. Those boys might fight but I know they care for each other. Who else will look after them once I’m gone?
14th of December, 1242
The Emperor seems to have given up after having the western Alps lost he knew he’d lose more by continuing the fight than he could hope to win. And so with that King Cosimo was saved. Though as my armies return I believe the Emperor has yet to learn his lesson. Even as the Emperor gives up in his fight for Saluzzo, I inform my commanders to prepare a spring counter invasion.
9th of March, 1243
I’ve called on my armies with the snow thawing. It's time to attack the Emperor and take revenge. The sound of levies marching across brought me a bit of inspiration as I decided to this time don my armor and personally lead my men in this coming invasion. Perhaps having me on the field will help give them some inspiration.
10th of August, 1243
The Germans had launched an attack in Pusignan as my armies confronted them after numerous skirmishes in the southeast. Now that we were taking the offensive I could not afford to lose a single battle against them. Their flank was pushed out as our forces hooked into them overwhelming one side. More and more French reinforcements came from each angle shattering and slaughtering what remained of the Germans as they fled. I watched from the hilltop as they fled, cowards the whole lot of them.
15th of December, 1243
It was during a siege in Savoy when a messenger came into our camp. He was brought before me as he knelt “Welcome to our camp, what message do you bear? Good news I hope.” “Your grace” he said with a bow “I come bearing word from the vicar of Christ, Pope Ioannes XIX.” “Oh?”I asked as I dismissed the commanders surrounding me “And what does his Holiness need from me?” the messenger pulled out a scroll as he then explained how the Pope has decided to call for a fifth crusade. After a long and mostly unsuccessful war to repel Andalusians from the Sicilian lands in north Africa, it seems Pope Ioannes has decided the threat in Iberia has grown too great. As the Aftasid infidels have conquered all of Iberia it is time to liberate the Christians in the region. “And so we will be restoring the Kingdom of Aragon?” I asked as the messenger nodded “That is the goal, though the House of Barcelona have all either been killed or converted to their false faith. So his Holiness is promising not only forgiveness of ones sins but also the possibility of titles including the position of King to any who fight.” I considered it for a moment then nodded “Well you can inform his Holiness the French Empire will happily join along.” A Christian Kingdom in Iberia won’t do much to undermine France’s position in the Mediterranean. More importantly it’ll help secure the southern border and prevent any more wars like that invasion of Provence.
18th of February, 1244
With the crusade coming and with Dauphine and Provence both under Frances control the Holy Roman Emperor has surrendered. In the new treaty they not only gave up in their conquests of Saluzzo but surrendered over the county of Venaissen. Overall a wondrous victory. Now to begin making preparations for the Fifth Crusade.
6th of March, 1244
I was reviewing some plans for the up and coming invasion when another letter was received from the Vatican. I wondered if it was a change in dates for the war. However when I opened it I was surprised to read its contents. It seems King Niels of Denmark had convinced the Pope to switch his target from the Aftasids of Andalusia to instead target none other than the current Queen Cecelia of Norway. The past four Kings of Norway have all been Lollards much like the Venetian Doges from the era of the Third Crusade. With the death of King Rolf and his 10 year old daughter now Queen and a heretic, King Niels convinced the Pope that she must be removed. Due to her sex and her faith she does not have any divine right to rule and instead King Niels will be granted the Kingdom of Norway should the Crusade prove successful. The hope is, like the Third Crusade, to cut down the Lollard heresy and restore Papal authority. I would naturally still support this crusade in fact it probably works even more in my favor. Either way removing a heretical monarchy is surely a just cause in the eyes of God.
18th of March, 1244
Today was a major day indeed. I summoned my son and heir, Charles, to court today. Just last week was his 16th birthday and with that he is now a man. As he entered the court I smiled “Good afternoon father.” “Hello son, do you know why I have summoned you?” he shook his head as I began to explain “Unfortunately it seems my previous Chancellor has passed away and I am in need of a replacement. I’ve decided that since you are now a man and you’ve been studying in the art of statecraft that you would be an ideal candidate.” Charles certainly seemed surprised as he raised his brow “Me? Father surely there are others more experienced and qualified.” “Perhaps, but none of them are expected to be Emperor someday. You are. This will give you some experience in negotiating with your future subjects and with foreign powers. The entire department of the Chancellery is yours to command.” Charles surely seemed unsure but ultimately agreed. I always dreamed of the day I’d have Charles ruling as one of my advisors.
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10th of June, 1245
With the Crusade approaching I’ve summoned for my levies for the crusade. My armies are all being summoned to the port in Brugge in Flanders. Once there we will sail to Norway. I was outfitted with the armor and spear that’s been used by my forefathers and predecessors all the way back to King Eudes II during the first crusade. After being outfitted I began my march north on horseback to join with the crusading army.
22nd of September, 1245
Today is the day. The crusade is to be declared as my men board our ships and head across the sea to Norway. As I watch the french shores grow ever distant the men begin a chant spanning multiple ships. A fleet nearly eight hundred strong all chanting ‘Deus Vult!’ over and over. It was invigorating.