Setting
Karl looked out from the window of his office in the grand castle of Three Crowns, watching a Spanish Galleon from The New World dock, the harbour as bustling with activity. This time of the year Stockholm was as most active, besides the fifteen warships that patrolled around the city, dozens of trade ships came in every week. Most of them Dutch. Yet Karl had more important matters at hand than watching ships. He was currently togheter with his two friends, Bengt Oxenstierna and Fabian Wrede, discussing the large population growth and the demand of several cities, Stockholm especially, need of expansion. Currently it had 40,000 Citizens, a number increasing every year.
Fabian pointed on an area to the south of the city and looked up "Your Majesty, there is already a major road going here up to the capital, if we only expanded the City Walls... And built a few stone houses, maybe with two floors?
Karl replied "Three on the ones closer to the wall, we will be able to house more people that way."
Fabian nodded and rolled the map togheter. "Then I shall talk to the Mayor." he walked out after making a respectful bow with his head.
Karl turned to Bengt Oxenstierna, the Lord High Chancellor. Interesting news came from the south. Tensions between France, the Netherlands and the Holy Roman Empire, none where especially loved by Karl, was increasing. And a war was on the horizon. Aswell as in England, whom's king was a warm catholic, tensions was Rising. But here it was between the royalists and the Protestant Majority of the nation. This however concerned Karl deeply. He had no wish for a Protestant England, the Catholic influence could not by any means expand further if it was up to Karl, Sweden had sacrificed too much to allow that to happen.
"Bengt, I believe that I may hav to move quicker than I had wanted to."
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Spain, Madrid.
Ambassador Marcus Von Fersen wiped sweat of his brow when he entered the Royal Palace of Madrid, Spain was painfully warm this time of the year. And it was not made better by the extremely crowded streets.
Marcus was seeking either the Queen mother of Carlos II Mariana, who was the mentally ill kings regent. Or the Councillor John. Both those who truly was in Power in Spain, and ofcourse in conflict with eachother. For Karl it would be interesting to know what path Spain would plan on taking in the rising tensions. For Spain had lost the previous war with France, and it may not be willing for Another war, or it could be the other way around. That was what Marcus wanted to find out.
Councillor John, the bastard son of the previous King of Spain, sat in his chambers, going over a report issued to him by a subordinate. According to the report, his growing coup against the Queen Regent was almost ready to be enacted. His men were almost in place, and he had won over some allies in the Spanish government who weren't satisfied with the regency of Queen Mariana.
It was only a matter of time now; after spending several years worming his way into power in the Palace, he would soon be able to make his final move against the Queen Regent, leaving the door open for him to assume full, unchallenged power in Spain.
John was interrupted by his musings when a servant came into the room, escorting the Ambassador of Sweden, one Marcus Von Fersen.
Councillor John rose, giving the Ambassador a charming smile. "Greetings, my lord. How are you this fine day?"
Karl XI pointed his blunt rapier at his friend Rutger Von Ascheberg, whom did the same at Karl. Both where skilled bladesmen and trained togheter almost every day. Karl began with jumping forward, trying to get a hit at Rutger's arm, yet failed and the thrust was parried, Rutger replied with making several thrusts, from the left, right, then left again. Karl parried them all. He replied by trying a thrust at Rutger's foot...
It all went very fast, Rutger struck down, pinning Karl's rapier to the floor. Then he grabbed Karl's wrist to pull him down. Karl spinned around when Rutger made the pull so that they now stood face to face. Karl grabbed Rutger's arm and kicked his legs so that Rutger lost his footing. Quick as a serpent his rapier was at Rutger's throat whom began to smile. They were both tired from having done several rounds Before this, aswell as a little bruised. Rutger started smiling, and Karl gave him a hand up and patted him on the back before leaving. Karl was not one for speaking too much, and he was heavy in thoughts.
Christian IV of Denmark was a false worm, who despite having betrothed his sister to Karl XI, had attacked Sweden in an attempt to regain Scania. Karl had managed to beat him back, yet Karl was interested in revenge. And Christian who loved sailing, was going to head out for a trip in the Baltic Sea, and with all that gunpowder on the ship something could happen during the night...
And after this horrible accident. Karl, who had a Danish Princess as a wife. Could sweep in and claim the crown for her. Which would put Sweden and Denmark in a union with his son Karl as an heir. And like that the threat of Denmark would be gone, well atleast Denmark as a state. He did not believe that the people of Denmark would easily accept this.
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Spain, Madrid
Marcus von Fersen smiled and nodded a greetings before he replied in excellent Spanish "I am just fine my lord, Madrid is truly alive today. I was sent to you on behalf of my sovereign King Karl XI von Wittelsbach, he has questions, and maybe ideas of Spanish and Swedish mutural interests. Do you have time to listen to them now, or do you want to listen to them later?"
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