*Year: 18900, Month: 24 February, Day: Saturday Evening*
A week later, I found myself sitting in my new study room, the scent of pine and fresh earth drifting through an open window. Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy outside, casting dappled shadows on the parchment spread across my desk. As I worked to expand my region, every stroke of my quill brought me one step closer to increasing my influence in the world.
I leaned back in my chair, taking a moment to assess the intricate web of strategies I had devised. My eyes traced the lines connecting one settlement to another, a tapestry of potential alliances and conquests woven from the threads of ambition and foresight. The weight of my responsibility pressed down on me, but it was a burden I bore willingly, for the sake of those who depended on my guidance.
