[!] A small text is written at the top of the parchment: “This dispatch, whilst publicly available, is written as a faux-private correspondence between the author and a fictional recipient. For further information, written copies, or contracted work contact Miruel’Asul, who frequents Minitz.”
A Report on the Valah
By Miruel’Asul
22nd of the Amber Cold, 96 S.A.
The men and women of the newly established Kingdom of Aaun appear cautiously optimistic about the future. Within them roars that fire of human ingenuity and that old, insatiable, thirst for expansion. But this should not belie the notion that the Valah are of one mind. Having removed an empire, then a kingdom, only to install one again - all in the span of a single lifetime - proves their indecision about the necessary path forward.
The problems facing this infant kingdom are numerous. They have lost the Commonwealth and been humbled by a double succession in Acre. Their treasury is likely to have been crippled, and many are sure to be on the brink of hunger with consecutive seasons of poor harvest. Without a payrolled standing army, little seems to be in the way between its current state and chaos but for the fragile agreement of the former Harvest Lords. People I spoke to appear to be in two minds: eager for the former Confederacy to thrive, but preciously retaining their autonomy and separate ways of life. The new king will surely have a difficult job convincing people that he is up to the task.
They once said “no Kings but Us”. Indeed, the men and women of Aaun wish for no Imperial to attempt to govern wide berths of humanity and all its cultures. Rather, a Heartland King for the Heartlander people. This is what they appear, for now at least, to possess in their new King Charles.
As I sat at his proclamation, the king stood with his new people and spoke to them as comrades and not a royal. His election was unanimous and without discussion, which can only give the impression of an unseen force of politics moving fiercely behind closed doors. The king was without a uniformed guard - a courageous move for one trapped in a room with so many who would sooner see him fail - and awkwardly announced the formation of his kingdom to great surprise of those not party to the fait accompli. This would be, of course, the end of the Confederacy as it had been known. But when the bell tolls for one era, another must step up towards the well-trodden path. He did not seem to have a kingly aura about him, nor did he inspire any spontaneous shows of affection, but rather immediately got to the task of managing the realms foreign affairs within the ruined palace of Vienne.
Stronger neighbouring states are sure to peer at the former Crownlands with eager eyes, waiting for signs of disunity. So whisper it in dark alleys, say it between bated breaths, but for this brief moment there seems to be, with the correct stewardship of the realm, the hope that the new king and his council might finally deliver the new direction that Heartlanders have been yearning for.