Imperial Parliament of Sweden, Stockholm The clock struck 12. For exactly one full day had protests been raging. The government center of the country had been under lock-down, the aristocratic advisers to the king unable to leave for their own safety. The masses of the people had finally had enough. The autocratic elite, the king foremost among them, and ruled Sweden for a long time. Their rule had not brought anything but death, destruction, and dishonor to the people. Despite that, Sweden continued to survive. Yet thrive it did not. Where the Germans, Russians, and English built large nations, they built something to be proud of, Sweden continued to flounder. Enough was enough. Protests had erupted across the nation, with Stockholm itself bearing the worst of the problem. What did the people want? No one knew. Some called for democracy, some for communism like Russia, others still believed even a military rule would be better. The one thing they had in common? They hated the king. They want him out. Most want him dead. He's not going to just give up and surrender though. This is going to be a long winter.