Just saying, there won’t be any of the usual things going around Royal Road. i.e. Reincarnation(Maybe), Virtual Reality, OP Characters(Maybe), ect.
Also, many things are based on real life events. However, there will also be original stuff. Keep in mind this is fiction, so if something is inconsistent with reality, leave it be (unless its inconsistencies in the plot, which is a different story).
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Chapter 1: The King's Son
Gentlemen, spare a moment to listen to my story. I will not lie, for this tale is of utmost importance. Listen to this quiet observer who has monitored King Charles XVII... no... Charles-Patel, one who was a friend and a servant.
The man I served was Charles-Patel, born of the reinstated monarchy, to King Pierre V.
Now King Pierre has always been referred to as Pierre the Fair for his adoption of reforms made in the Gaulic Revolution, and has always controlled Gaul by what seemed to be an invisible hand. Rarely was he involved with the world; confined in his manor at Toulon was he.
When his first child, Prince Louis, was born, the entirety of Gaul celebrated in joy. Wine was drunk, and a grand celebration was held that even the most joyous Mardi Gras could not even be compared to. It was fitting for a king that the people of Gaul celebrated, and supportive monarchies in Auro nodded in agreement at the birth of a successor to the monarchy they feveriously tried to reinstate after the reign of exiled dictator Joseph Ramolino.
However, the joy that was celebrated was short lived. Half a year after the birth of Prince Louis, he was diagnosed with a new disease. Doctors spent hours tirelessly trying to heal him. Herbal remedies, magical antidotes, and healing spells were all used, with no avail or short lived success. With even the most advanced medical technology at that time, little could be done to save the crown prince’s life, and Prince Louis’s condition became worse as time went on.
On Sunday, April 19, 1830, 6:37 p.m., Crown Prince Louis was pronounced dead by a group of doctors.
When news reached the ears of King Pierre, grief overtook him, and he was bedridden within days.
Outside the castle walls at Toulon, the citizens of Gaul grieved at the loss of the crown prince, as well as news that the king that they respected was bedridden with grief.
A month after the death of Prince Louis, Prince Charles-Patel was born as the son of King Pierre on May 20,1830.
The populace outside the castle brightened with new found joy. However, celebrations were not as festive, and people were worried about the king.
The anxiety over the king’s health was accurate, and his conditions continued to deteriorate. Within months, he became weak and feeble. Pronounced dead on July 3, 1830, people flocked to the streets to mourn over the death of the king.
Nevertheless, he left Gaul with no successor in mind. The queen, wife of King Pierre, committed suicide after the death of her husband, and Prince Charles, just a baby, was deemed too young to serve as a king for the leaderless country. No relatives could be depended on, as the royal family had been virtually wiped out after the Gaulic revolution. As a result, nobles, under emergency pretext meet up to discuss what to do for the coming years.
The agreement that they made prevented Prince Charles from inheriting the throne until he was to be sixteen, and during that time, he was to be taught in all the civilized subjects that a king needed to know. The government, in turn, was to be left in charge of an legislation, named the Assembly of Nobles, who democratically voted for the most important decisions of Gaul.
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The people who understood the conditions of the government agreed to the actions. However, radicals and the uninformed staged the Revolution of 1830, which inspired similar insurgencies in neighboring nations.
The revolution in Gaul was quickly brought down, and similar revolutions were also extinguished. However, this incident left a blemish within the foreign diplomacy of Gaul, and the Assembly of Nobles were quick to fix foreign relations, although with ranging amounts of success.
Years passed, and the popularity of the Assembly of Nobles decreased steadily over the years. Mismanagement of funds led to wasteful spending on unnecessary projects and luxury goods for the nobles. Meanwhile, taxes increased, and reforms that were accepted under King Pierre’s rule were reversed, such as the system of meritocracy, in condensing the power of the Assembly of Nobles.
Famines spread throughout Gaul, and a sixth of the population died of starvation. However, these people waited for the hopes that Prince Charles, the son of Pierre the Fair, would save them from the unbearable conditions.
Meanwhile, Prince Charles grew up sheltered as the last survivor of the royal family, his life taking the utmost importance.
I, as a baby, was brought the castle in Toulon to serve as a servant. Undergoing years of training, I was assigned to be the personal servant of the crown prince. He was the same age as me.
At first, I was scared. This person who was the future leader of Gaul, one of the most important powers of Auro, was to be my master. I was worried about his expectations for me. I was worried if he judged me incompetent. I was worried that I would not be able to satisfy his every need as I was instructed to.
I still remember the first day that I meet him. It was in his personal bedroom, a bland chamber it was. I remember the stark contrast it had from the extravagant hallway that was located outside of the bedroom. It appeared humble, with a small wooden bed that only a lesser noble could pay for and would sleep in. There was practically no furniture besides a chair that was set mysteriously in front of a giant mirror that shined with a bright reflection more brilliant than that of gold.
Sitting upon the bed, as I recall, was the prince from the description I was given by my senior. He had short blond hair, that was neither curled or straight, but a rather wavy texture. His body was of a standard child, and when he looked up, it revealed his light blue eyes that reflected the sky’s brilliant color. His face could only be described as angelic, with sharp eyes that also reflected compassion and benevolence. When he noticed me, he gave me a sly smile. I, by compulsion, smiled in return at the crown prince.
“I assume, that you are my new servant?” The prince conveyed a question to the servant.
“Yes.” The servant replied in response.
That was the first meeting with the Prince that I respect. The man who shall lead the country. The man who shall change the world.
We were both eight at the time. I was an orphan and his servant. He was Prince Charles-Patel, son of King Pierre V the Fair.