(( You are liking the Realpolitik way too much

Well, I'm gonna give it a start then, that way I have a little time to look into the save and write the rest of the monitor article I've been trying to get some time to.
Also, we need to give 1889 a new name, I want my war maester ready in case things go to hell

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The nation was still in shock. Alexander The Great, fierce warrior and strategist, seemingly undefeatable, now layed dead, after the war confusion. No one knew what happened, only that the promising king was gone. Rumours of assassination and suicide raged through the nation, as if they were storms. But the council knew, this could not affect their rulings. A new ruler was needed. After two days, they reunited in what was known as one of the toughest days in years. Who could replace this force of nature that was Alexander? No one... But still, someone was needed.
The discussion was long and barely was any decision reached. By a marginal majority, Bazil was to return to rule the nation. The war was won, and reconstruction was required. And who best to do that than the former builder?
They sent a messenger to his house. "You must come quickly, the council has summoned you". The council? It had been years since there was ny kind of summon, and he knew nothing good was to come of it. And it was time to get some rest, his son was already asleep... Well, it was one of those things he couldn't avoid, not with all the confusion around with the king's death. The kings death... He feared the worst... Not again.
He arrived half an hour later into the old chambers. He recognized those, somethings just don't change. He didn't know if that was comforting or scary. Everyone was there, except the old minister of war. Bazil wondered where he was, but he couldn't even ask when the council spoke:
"you have been elected once more to become the leader of this country"
not this again...
"The king has died, poisoned. No one knows if it was suicide or homicide. The people have no guidance and are starting to doubt everything. War has left a lot destroyed, and we need someone to rebuild. Someone like you"
They wouldn't let me leave... And I did want answers about the king and all that situation. A quick nod to accept the old position. My wife was not gonna be happy... As I looked around, I notice that Melodios looked a bit old and wary, but with a certain determination in his eyes.
"Speak Melodios, what's on your mind".
"Your majesty..."
"I am no king, nor of highborn descendance, you know that well old friend."
"Sire, I want to investigate the king's death. Something is not right. The confusion, the poison, no letter or explanation... It doesn't add up"
I knew he was right... And if there was someone that could find out what was the meaning of that, it was him... "Very well, your knowledge is invaluable, you may start as soon as you can. You will be the Royal Commisioner resposible for finding out what's behind this strange death, and return the truth to our people. Chose whoever you need to assist you. As for the rest, what does the council expect of me? And can that start after a night of sleep?"
"Yes of course, rest up. Tomorrow, we need to start planning how to rebuild our nation, the people are tired and weared from so much fighting. We need to bring back the joy of the old days".
I guess now I had to tell my family about this... At least the boy would be thrilled about this.