I Reincarnated as a Prince Who Revolutionized the Kingdom

The room fell silent as the gravity of the situation sunk in. Friedrich's gaze hardened, reflecting his resolve.

"We cannot allow Elysea to dominate Africa and dictate terms in a region so rich in resources. We must assert our own power and claim what is rightfully within our reach through any means necessary."

General Weber, a seasoned military leader, added, "Our naval presence in the Mediterranean must be expanded immediately. We should also consider establishing fortified outposts along the African coast to safeguard our interests and project our strength."

The king nodded in agreement. "Prepare the fleets and draft plans for these outposts. We will not shy away from using force if necessary. Africa's wealth is crucial for Germania's future, and we must secure it for our people."

October 12, 1695 – The Kingdom of Orosk

In the stark, cold halls of the Oroskian Royal Palace, Queen Anastasia met with her advisors. The news of Elysea's ambitious expansion had reached her ears, sparking concerns about the implications for Orosk's strategic interests.

"Elysea's maneuvers could disrupt the balance of power in Africa and threaten our access to essential resources," explained Lord Ivanovich, the Foreign Minister. "Their military outposts and trade with local tribes could soon overshadow our influence in the region."

Queen Anastasia's expression was one of calculated concern. "Orosk must respond decisively. We will support any local tribes opposing Elysea's expansion and supply them with arms. If necessary, we will not hesitate to deploy our own forces to protect our interests and assert our dominance."

Lord Ivanovich nodded, his expression grim. "I will arrange for immediate military support for the tribes and seek to undermine Elysea's alliances in the region. Africa is a land rich with potential, and Orosk must not be left behind in the scramble for its resources."

October 15, 1695 – The Iberian Kingdom

King Alfonso VI of Iberia convened a meeting with his Council of Ministers in the sunlit war room of the Iberian Palace. The discussion focused on Elysea's recent expansion into North Africa and its implications for Iberia's strategic interests.

"Elysea is making aggressive moves in Africa, establishing alliances with local tribes and securing resource-rich territories," noted Foreign Minister Garcia, looking over the maps and reports. "This expansion threatens our own ambitions in the region and could hinder our access to vital trade routes."

King Alfonso leaned over the map, his finger tracing the areas where Elysean influence was growing. "We must counter their expansion with our own. Iberia has historical claims in North Africa that we must defend and expand upon. Prepare for a military expedition to secure these claims and show that Iberia will not be overshadowed."

Garcia acknowledged the directive. "I will coordinate with our ambassadors to fortify our alliances in Africa and ensure that our military is ready to intervene. We will make it clear that Iberia is a dominant force to be respected and feared."

***

November 20, 1695 – The Royal Palace of Elysea

The cold winds of November swept through the capital of Elysea, signaling the arrival of winter. Inside the Royal Palace, preparations for Christmas were in full swing. Servants decorated the halls with garlands and candles, while workers set up large evergreen trees in the main hall.

King Bruno sat at his desk, reviewing reports while the sounds of preparations filled the corridors outside. His mind remained occupied with Africa—trade routes, fortifications, and expansion plans. Even as Christmas approached, he couldn't afford to slow down.

A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Come in," Bruno said, setting down his quill.

Queen Amélie entered, dressed in a simple but elegant gown. She glanced at the documents spread across his desk and sighed. "Even now, you're working?"

Bruno leaned back in his chair. "There's still a lot to do."

"You promised you'd focus on the celebrations," she reminded him. "At least for a few days."

Bruno sighed, rubbing his temples. "I know. But the expansion isn't going to stop just because it's Christmas."

Amélie crossed her arms. "No one is saying to stop it. But if you don't take a break, how do you expect the people to enjoy the season? If their king is too busy to celebrate, what message does that send?"

Bruno thought for a moment before nodding. "Fine. I'll set aside time for the preparations."

She smirked. "Good. Because the palace is already being decorated, and I want you to see it."

With some reluctance, Bruno followed her out into the hall. The servants had done a fine job—the great hall was filled with evergreen wreaths, red ribbons, and golden ornaments. Tables were being set for the upcoming feast, while the kitchen staff hurriedly prepared dishes for the nobles and commoners alike.

"This year's feast will be bigger than the last," Amélie said. "We're incorporating spices from our African trade into the menu. It'll be a statement—our empire is growing, and the people will taste the benefits."

Bruno nodded approvingly. "Smart. It reinforces the idea that our expansion is for Elysea's prosperity."

Amélie continued, "There will also be a public gathering in the square. We're organizing a gift distribution for the poor. You should be there when it happens."

Bruno raised an eyebrow. "A gift distribution?"

"Yes," she said. "If we want support for our policies, we need to keep the people happy. Show them that the monarchy cares."

Bruno couldn't argue with that logic. "Fine. I'll make a speech as well. Something short, just to remind them that Elysea's future is bright."

Amélie smiled, satisfied. "I knew you'd see reason."

That evening, the two of them sat by the fireplace in their private quarters. A servant brought mulled wine, and for the first time in weeks, Bruno allowed himself to relax.

"After Christmas, it'll be back to work," he said.

Amélie rolled her eyes. "Obviously. But for now, enjoy this."

Bruno chuckled. "Fine. But only for now."

The fire crackled softly as Bruno took a sip of his wine, the warmth spreading through his chest. Amélie leaned against him, her presence comforting in the quiet evening.

"For now," she repeated, smiling. "But I know you—you're already thinking about what comes next."

Bruno smirked. "You're not wrong."

She sighed, shaking her head. "Just don't let expansion consume you entirely. Even kings need to rest."

Bruno glanced at the flickering flames. "Rest is a luxury I can't afford for long."