sadly the reign of prince sand would not be a happy one as the one before yet happier than some soon to come. it began with useless advise which i took as a bad omen.
i started, there was not much i could do since my varriants held me down from attacking.
during my turns we managed to defend our cities.
however many cottages where simple working folk live. were lost to the wrath of axe and bow.
nieghbours with wandering eyes and smug lips offered open thier borders for trade, or maybe so those eyes could take a closer look into our cities defences. however it is far for that civilaisation
nearing the end i saw a convey of troops that seemed not to bring gifts of peace for years but quite the opppisite. this came at a time when our civilistion was struggling to pull together funds
alough only a few man squad armed with only axe and chariot.
i sensed more to come. from a leader with such power
in all areas of rule.
as prince sand decieded it was time to hand over his throne he wished this dream that would ,he hoped, stay in the mind of aall. this is his wish
that our neighbors citezens and wonders will soon belong to mighty england. that there shall be peace with are new nieghbours after that.
then will come a time when are troops will dress in coats coloured red, then our county will have there right to free speech, and the other countys will be jealous of our socioty. but not for long though as our new troops in red will crush alll oponents they will fight for cenurys untill the outcome is clear. a sea of culture that is white.