I think now is a good time to strike this hot iron, actually. Our supporters came with us so far. ABC - Always Be Campaigning.
[X] Yes, and take the opportunity to endorse the Emperor.
Si Deus Nobiscum: A Polish-Lithuanian Scion Quest
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[X] Yes, and take the opportunity to endorse the Emperor.
I'm afraid that if we campaign for the Emperor there is a real chance that he will be elected.
And that's bad. Not only will relations with the Turks be ruined, but it will also drag us into intra-imperial squabbles. There may or may not be assistance in the war with Russia.
The only obvious benefit is a reduction in border disputes, but that doesn't bother us at all.
Therefore, we need to agitate against the French and stop there.
(I sympathize more with the Swedish contender, he is definitely interested in the defeat of Russia)
I respect our disagreement, the Swedes aren't a bad choice all things considered.
In that spirit, I want to bring up that being a prominent influencer who swayed votes for the Emperor will be good for us and our house.
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I personally think that endorsing the emperor right now would simply dilute the content of the speech. Staying on topic here is much more important, and we'll have plenty of future opportunities later down the road for election shenanigans.
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- Poland
[X] Yes, but say nothing of the Emperor.
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[X] Yes, but say nothing of the Emperor.
Kir the Wizard
The Sun King
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- Ukraine
[X] Yes, and take the opportunity to endorse the Emperor.
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- United States
uhhhhhhh this again! I am declaring this again
Ghostdevil
The Devil of Ghosts
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- United States
[X] Yes, but say nothing of the Emperor.
A Subtle Change to Chronology
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Speech day has been changed from Jan 4 to Jan 7 to line up with the historical day 2 of the '73 Convocation. I found out I was just barely off and it was really bothering me.
I'm pretty sure, in the first update, it says you were born in 1552 instead of 1551. I won't edit it. I'm a mystery to myself
also update momentarily
I'm pretty sure, in the first update, it says you were born in 1552 instead of 1551. I won't edit it. I'm a mystery to myself
also update momentarily
V. January 7-22, 1573. Warszawa, Polish Crownlands.
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"Although the beasts are many, the Prince Aleksandar Walezy — who some would call candidate to our august throne, the caretaker of our newfound yet ancient Liberty – he runs in the very fore of the wolfpack! Yes, he all but said to my face: 'Prince Stanisław, indeed it was us, for to slaughter thousands is to but cut out a tumor!'"
Your side groans and so too do your opponents, but all are much quieter than usual. "Indeed, over everything he will place himself and his people and the realm! He and his powder-faced mignons would turn this place into another France, where the King rules by fiat, their sejms hobbled and half-fettered!"
You explain the situation. "His brother the King immature and unwise, his Mother a Jezebel without remorse – an unleashed harlot ruling all but sui juris – all three conspired to bring about the madness! All three convinced of the rightness of their acts!"
You're genuinely angry! That night, those people, those monsters! The thought of them in your country!
You shake your head theatrically. "What a mournful irony that those Western lands, fonts of wisdom and enlightenment for ourselves and the whole world , allow themselves to descend into such barbarism. It has seemingly befallen we Polonians, we Lithuanians, to now take up the torch!"
They're still somewhat quiet. What could they want? You wager a guess: "I know not which man ought to become our next king. What I do know is that never can we allow tyranny into our home!" Your supporters cheer with renewed vigor. There we are, that's less offensive.
You stretch out the minutes, finding opposition and support alike becoming feebler and feebler as your oratory winds and curls. You make reference to the wars across Germany that turn the Empires' princes against each other, of the heads that rolled in the Alps and the tense English settlement -- all in the name of devotion to God.
Like so many before you, you finally peter out after well over an hour of speaking. Such an unceremonious end is to be expected as men grow hungry, thirsty, bored, or drunk; you feel as if you did well, on the whole.
Sir Marszowski seems to think so. "That– that was something, lord prince!" he says, jumping around you like how he did a few days before. "I've seen men of thirty speak with less confidence! Though you lost me on the bit about Diocletian and the Church Fathers."
You chuckle. "Well, that's alright, if you liked it you liked it."
"I did! Oh! And," he cups a hand around his ear. "I have heard – a little somebody somewhere told somebody told me – that you danced with a Sapieha."
"Oh no…"
"And, not only did you dance with a Sapieha, but you danced with nobody else that night!"
Oh! He's right. Ohhhhhhhhhhh no! He's right! "I did do that, didn't I?"
He clucks. ""Aw, don't be so embarrassed. It's a decent choice– she's a decent choice, pardon me," he beams. "Which one?"
"One of Paweł's daughters," you say tiredly, fearful of hours of teasing that could come. "Her name is Mariana."
Your fencing master seems to run some calculations through his head, eyes looking upward and darting left and right. "Alright… Alright… There are certainly worse choices out there…"
"But?"
"But, well, that's a lieutenant family of ours, is how I'd put it, lord prince. She'd bring some land of your own, some money, some prestige," he judges your reaction. "But you could do better?"
You frown. He gestures for you to wait. "That..! Is not to say you cannot see her again, lord prince, not that that's my choice after all." He's using his calming tone; you recognize it. "But there are more out there. That's all I'm saying. You like her?"
You nod.
"Well, I thought: 'you better!' with a face like that," he jokes. "You look like I'm telling you to annul your marriage. Come now, tell me about her!"
You do. She's smart, as in, speaks Latin, knows her politics, knows her falcons and buzzards. She's pretty… She's a remarkably good dancer… Her eyes are huge and have the effect of round shot on you… You've never seen Sir Marszowski look so happy.
"Oh, youth, joyous youth, lord prince!" as always though: "but keep an open mind! Imagine the ecstasy of that first dance again and again, with a big fat dowry waiting for you at the end."
He's got a point; after all, you're the one who's the thing to be sought-after, not she. You have the pick of the litter; you deserve to be as confident as you feel at times.
"Lord prince, what do you think of heading back east before pursuing a courtship with the Sapieha girl? We can set up a courier relay for letters, use our men or the Poczta. Their family's seat is at Kodeń, if I'm not mistaken – you can even see her on the way back to Dubinki!" Marszowski offers concession after concession; you have no doubt that he means them, too. But you have no illusions about his true opinion.
[] "I suppose I won't die having to send letters for a few months."
You wonder what her handwriting will look like.
[] "Let's see her on the way back home, then!"
People will talk.
[] "Ugh, maybe you're right, ma bon Chevalier."
This doesn't have to mean the end.
"You know I'd have never been able to say no to you in any event, lord prince," says Sir Marszowski, "and not just because I cannot tell you no!"
You wave away that kind of talk. "I can handle myself, Sir Marszowski, and you say that I should step up? Maybe you step down," you jest, but not facetiously.
"No, you're right to call me on it," replies Marszowski, flashing rare bashfulness. "Just hard for me to think of you as lord prince, lord prince." He sighs. "Servant unto death," he looks you in the eye.
"Thank you."
"Because women aren't necessarily to be–"
"Trusted, yes, I know." But she seems so… not untrustworthy. More competent than a good few male courtiers you've met in your day, you think. And what malice did she display whatsoever? Totally nonplussed by your name, you feel, though the more you think the more you doubt yourself. No matter. Where it goes, it goes, and her motivations are her own.
Such diversions cannot last in the aftermath of a prince's debut – especially when done so loudly and boldly. Though the reception of your speech is as divisive as its content, the one commonality between those singing praises and those spitting venom is the name Radziwiłł on their tongues.
This makes you the belle of the ball, with a constant stream of gentleman callers. No longer do you venture out into the Sejm camp, wading through horseshit and the midwinter mud – now they appear at your chamber door.
This all feels quite odd. To be approached as an authority, to be courted by this power player and that, to have a breathless rider in yellow-black livery deliver you your copy of the family seal. At Marszowski's urging you leave yourself open to any and all comers, letting he and his little squadron do the vetting.
The first thing you notice about him is that he arrived entirely alone. Not even a single bodyguard, lieutenant, manservant – nobody. He's handsome and on the cusp of middle age, with a high forehead and well-styled mustache.
You respectfully rise from your seat as he drops into a poised bow. "Your Serene Highness, if I may have the honor – I am the Royal Secretary Jan Zamoyski of the Jelita."
You offer your hand which he quickly and firmly accepts. "A pleasure, Lord Zamoyski, how is it I may help you?"
You have been expecting him; the chief advocate and famous face for men of his means, as Marszowski described him, as powerful as any crown marshal or wizened senator. The uncomfortable middle: too prideful to become sworn men, too strong to be ignored, too weak to resist families such as yours. They are the agitators for the new system – first the king is curbed, then the magnates and princes.
You scratch your chin and gesture at the chair now constantly kept opposite yours, such is the flow of guests. "Please do be seated, Lord Zamoyski," you order, finding each time a little easier.
"Thank you, Your Serene Highness. And if I may complement your oration," he smiles, leaning forward and placing his elbows on his knees. "I think I may speak for many – and with all due respect, of course – that there was a good deal of anxiety regarding you. Like you, I am on the side of the law and of peace between noblemen."
He says your full honorific yet is slumped forward like he's in a tavern. "I am glad to hear that, my lord," you say, trying to make something of him.
"And, like you, I am concerned with laws yet unwritten."
"Indeed…"
"...In my position I see such laws oft well before they are even twinkles in the eye of Sejm or Senat," says Zamoyski. "If we only had a King. So let me be frank: this ship cannot sail out of control." He explains: "His late Majesty hadn't the time to plan this far ahead beyond the new union."
"Lord Zamoyski, I am greatly aware of these uncharted waters."
"Greatly aware or made greatly aware, lord prince?" He assumes a stiffer, more formal posture in his seat. "Truly I mean nothing by it, but: you have truly developed a lay of the land in just, oh, four months?"
You remain silent. You could always dismiss him–
"You need a friend, Your Serene Highness."
"I have ample advisors, Lord Zamoyski, thank you."
"Friends, lord prince. You are well-advised; I am only here because of that marvelous speech – I know that you are capable and of influence and can be a help to me, as I can most certainly be a help to you. I shall be your friend. I would very much like to be." You notice his crow's feet, his laugh lines. He ages when he smiles.
Flatterer! Flatterer? Yet he's still talking to you like this! Yet… he seems to really mean it. "On the matter of the edict we are most certainly friends already, no, lord prince?"
"Allies, Lord Zamoyski," you manage to stand your ground. "Of like minds on one particular matter, sir."
"Yes. Allies. We are only just getting acquainted, I grow presumptuous, forgive me." He doesn't really care if you forgive him, you reckon. "Majority rule, lord prince!"
"Pardon?"
"Majority rule in the case of the free election. Should the principle of viritim stand. Do you support it, lord prince?" Viritim lets the rabble in, but it seems like it'll pass. Thus, you decide to nod in approval.
Zamoyski pays you no mind. "Standing before us lies the opportunity to elect a king and legislate nearly as if we are one," says Lord Zamoyski. "Never have us nobles had such chances!" He begins to form shapes with his hands, swirls with his fingers. He leans in again. "Which is why we – I – need you, lord prince."
Need you? "Say more," you wave him on.
"Well, anyone savvy would know that speeches such as yours move hearts and change minds. Our edict – we call it an edict – it's only a mere promise by us, free lords in free assembly. And I believe in the Holy Church same as you, lord prince."
In your excitement for peace and toleration you forgot that Lord Zamoyski is exactly correct. You've been thinking of the tabled measure as a French pacification edict; rather, it is merely a compact between assembled peers, binding upon honor and before God but not in the realm's law books. It will take the signature of the new King and an item in his pacta conventa.
"And you saw how rabid some of the opposition is. If any man may obstruct the proceedings, how then may we ever make tolerance truly law? How could we ever stem the king's wishes when just one lackey may cease it all?" He seems to be embarking on some spontaneous remarks of his own. "Our Res Publica would scarcely survive its next crisis, imagine if the Senate of Cato–"
Regain control! "Surely one man cannot count on being able to withstand the pressure of all the rest?" seems an obvious question to ask.
"Short of quite literally killing him? Well, I don't see why not," replies Zamoyski as he rubs his fingers together – money. "There is much to gain from being the bad apple. We lay this groundwork here, lord prince, we merely need the new king's signature and this realm'll be ours."
Whose ours is that anyways? And wait – doesn't Zamoyski want Aleksandar?
There aren't really any advisors you can turn to right this moment. Do you say something…
[] Positive.
How else may we expect to govern? This reform is simple practicality, and you see no reason why you shouldn't support it. After all, you and yours could rally all of Lithuania behind your banner and form a powerful bloc, one in need of only a few Crownlanders to defect to ensure Radziwiłł demi-rule. Visions of kingmaking dance about.
[] Negative.
To be sure, this will only benefit his middle section, his slim majority. The ones below always grab at anything they can, and you can feel his hand pulling your pantleg this very moment. The ones below even them will be manipulated easily, as lordlings are – all to the detriment of those who can *afford* a disruption.
[] Noncommittal.
Hold it! This is the first time you hear of this. Nevermind the fact that he's projecting into the future while talking like it's today, you simply do not have enough information at the moment. Tell him that.
Your side groans and so too do your opponents, but all are much quieter than usual. "Indeed, over everything he will place himself and his people and the realm! He and his powder-faced mignons would turn this place into another France, where the King rules by fiat, their sejms hobbled and half-fettered!"
You explain the situation. "His brother the King immature and unwise, his Mother a Jezebel without remorse – an unleashed harlot ruling all but sui juris – all three conspired to bring about the madness! All three convinced of the rightness of their acts!"
You're genuinely angry! That night, those people, those monsters! The thought of them in your country!
You shake your head theatrically. "What a mournful irony that those Western lands, fonts of wisdom and enlightenment for ourselves and the whole world , allow themselves to descend into such barbarism. It has seemingly befallen we Polonians, we Lithuanians, to now take up the torch!"
They're still somewhat quiet. What could they want? You wager a guess: "I know not which man ought to become our next king. What I do know is that never can we allow tyranny into our home!" Your supporters cheer with renewed vigor. There we are, that's less offensive.
You stretch out the minutes, finding opposition and support alike becoming feebler and feebler as your oratory winds and curls. You make reference to the wars across Germany that turn the Empires' princes against each other, of the heads that rolled in the Alps and the tense English settlement -- all in the name of devotion to God.
Like so many before you, you finally peter out after well over an hour of speaking. Such an unceremonious end is to be expected as men grow hungry, thirsty, bored, or drunk; you feel as if you did well, on the whole.
Sir Marszowski seems to think so. "That– that was something, lord prince!" he says, jumping around you like how he did a few days before. "I've seen men of thirty speak with less confidence! Though you lost me on the bit about Diocletian and the Church Fathers."
You chuckle. "Well, that's alright, if you liked it you liked it."
"I did! Oh! And," he cups a hand around his ear. "I have heard – a little somebody somewhere told somebody told me – that you danced with a Sapieha."
"Oh no…"
"And, not only did you dance with a Sapieha, but you danced with nobody else that night!"
Oh! He's right. Ohhhhhhhhhhh no! He's right! "I did do that, didn't I?"
He clucks. ""Aw, don't be so embarrassed. It's a decent choice– she's a decent choice, pardon me," he beams. "Which one?"
"One of Paweł's daughters," you say tiredly, fearful of hours of teasing that could come. "Her name is Mariana."
Your fencing master seems to run some calculations through his head, eyes looking upward and darting left and right. "Alright… Alright… There are certainly worse choices out there…"
"But?"
"But, well, that's a lieutenant family of ours, is how I'd put it, lord prince. She'd bring some land of your own, some money, some prestige," he judges your reaction. "But you could do better?"
You frown. He gestures for you to wait. "That..! Is not to say you cannot see her again, lord prince, not that that's my choice after all." He's using his calming tone; you recognize it. "But there are more out there. That's all I'm saying. You like her?"
You nod.
"Well, I thought: 'you better!' with a face like that," he jokes. "You look like I'm telling you to annul your marriage. Come now, tell me about her!"
You do. She's smart, as in, speaks Latin, knows her politics, knows her falcons and buzzards. She's pretty… She's a remarkably good dancer… Her eyes are huge and have the effect of round shot on you… You've never seen Sir Marszowski look so happy.
"Oh, youth, joyous youth, lord prince!" as always though: "but keep an open mind! Imagine the ecstasy of that first dance again and again, with a big fat dowry waiting for you at the end."
He's got a point; after all, you're the one who's the thing to be sought-after, not she. You have the pick of the litter; you deserve to be as confident as you feel at times.
"Lord prince, what do you think of heading back east before pursuing a courtship with the Sapieha girl? We can set up a courier relay for letters, use our men or the Poczta. Their family's seat is at Kodeń, if I'm not mistaken – you can even see her on the way back to Dubinki!" Marszowski offers concession after concession; you have no doubt that he means them, too. But you have no illusions about his true opinion.
[] "I suppose I won't die having to send letters for a few months."
You wonder what her handwriting will look like.
[] "Let's see her on the way back home, then!"
People will talk.
[] "Ugh, maybe you're right, ma bon Chevalier."
This doesn't have to mean the end.
"You know I'd have never been able to say no to you in any event, lord prince," says Sir Marszowski, "and not just because I cannot tell you no!"
You wave away that kind of talk. "I can handle myself, Sir Marszowski, and you say that I should step up? Maybe you step down," you jest, but not facetiously.
"No, you're right to call me on it," replies Marszowski, flashing rare bashfulness. "Just hard for me to think of you as lord prince, lord prince." He sighs. "Servant unto death," he looks you in the eye.
"Thank you."
"Because women aren't necessarily to be–"
"Trusted, yes, I know." But she seems so… not untrustworthy. More competent than a good few male courtiers you've met in your day, you think. And what malice did she display whatsoever? Totally nonplussed by your name, you feel, though the more you think the more you doubt yourself. No matter. Where it goes, it goes, and her motivations are her own.
Such diversions cannot last in the aftermath of a prince's debut – especially when done so loudly and boldly. Though the reception of your speech is as divisive as its content, the one commonality between those singing praises and those spitting venom is the name Radziwiłł on their tongues.
This makes you the belle of the ball, with a constant stream of gentleman callers. No longer do you venture out into the Sejm camp, wading through horseshit and the midwinter mud – now they appear at your chamber door.
This all feels quite odd. To be approached as an authority, to be courted by this power player and that, to have a breathless rider in yellow-black livery deliver you your copy of the family seal. At Marszowski's urging you leave yourself open to any and all comers, letting he and his little squadron do the vetting.
The first thing you notice about him is that he arrived entirely alone. Not even a single bodyguard, lieutenant, manservant – nobody. He's handsome and on the cusp of middle age, with a high forehead and well-styled mustache.
You respectfully rise from your seat as he drops into a poised bow. "Your Serene Highness, if I may have the honor – I am the Royal Secretary Jan Zamoyski of the Jelita."
You offer your hand which he quickly and firmly accepts. "A pleasure, Lord Zamoyski, how is it I may help you?"
You have been expecting him; the chief advocate and famous face for men of his means, as Marszowski described him, as powerful as any crown marshal or wizened senator. The uncomfortable middle: too prideful to become sworn men, too strong to be ignored, too weak to resist families such as yours. They are the agitators for the new system – first the king is curbed, then the magnates and princes.
You scratch your chin and gesture at the chair now constantly kept opposite yours, such is the flow of guests. "Please do be seated, Lord Zamoyski," you order, finding each time a little easier.
"Thank you, Your Serene Highness. And if I may complement your oration," he smiles, leaning forward and placing his elbows on his knees. "I think I may speak for many – and with all due respect, of course – that there was a good deal of anxiety regarding you. Like you, I am on the side of the law and of peace between noblemen."
He says your full honorific yet is slumped forward like he's in a tavern. "I am glad to hear that, my lord," you say, trying to make something of him.
"And, like you, I am concerned with laws yet unwritten."
"Indeed…"
"...In my position I see such laws oft well before they are even twinkles in the eye of Sejm or Senat," says Zamoyski. "If we only had a King. So let me be frank: this ship cannot sail out of control." He explains: "His late Majesty hadn't the time to plan this far ahead beyond the new union."
"Lord Zamoyski, I am greatly aware of these uncharted waters."
"Greatly aware or made greatly aware, lord prince?" He assumes a stiffer, more formal posture in his seat. "Truly I mean nothing by it, but: you have truly developed a lay of the land in just, oh, four months?"
You remain silent. You could always dismiss him–
"You need a friend, Your Serene Highness."
"I have ample advisors, Lord Zamoyski, thank you."
"Friends, lord prince. You are well-advised; I am only here because of that marvelous speech – I know that you are capable and of influence and can be a help to me, as I can most certainly be a help to you. I shall be your friend. I would very much like to be." You notice his crow's feet, his laugh lines. He ages when he smiles.
Flatterer! Flatterer? Yet he's still talking to you like this! Yet… he seems to really mean it. "On the matter of the edict we are most certainly friends already, no, lord prince?"
"Allies, Lord Zamoyski," you manage to stand your ground. "Of like minds on one particular matter, sir."
"Yes. Allies. We are only just getting acquainted, I grow presumptuous, forgive me." He doesn't really care if you forgive him, you reckon. "Majority rule, lord prince!"
"Pardon?"
"Majority rule in the case of the free election. Should the principle of viritim stand. Do you support it, lord prince?" Viritim lets the rabble in, but it seems like it'll pass. Thus, you decide to nod in approval.
Zamoyski pays you no mind. "Standing before us lies the opportunity to elect a king and legislate nearly as if we are one," says Lord Zamoyski. "Never have us nobles had such chances!" He begins to form shapes with his hands, swirls with his fingers. He leans in again. "Which is why we – I – need you, lord prince."
Need you? "Say more," you wave him on.
"Well, anyone savvy would know that speeches such as yours move hearts and change minds. Our edict – we call it an edict – it's only a mere promise by us, free lords in free assembly. And I believe in the Holy Church same as you, lord prince."
In your excitement for peace and toleration you forgot that Lord Zamoyski is exactly correct. You've been thinking of the tabled measure as a French pacification edict; rather, it is merely a compact between assembled peers, binding upon honor and before God but not in the realm's law books. It will take the signature of the new King and an item in his pacta conventa.
"And you saw how rabid some of the opposition is. If any man may obstruct the proceedings, how then may we ever make tolerance truly law? How could we ever stem the king's wishes when just one lackey may cease it all?" He seems to be embarking on some spontaneous remarks of his own. "Our Res Publica would scarcely survive its next crisis, imagine if the Senate of Cato–"
Regain control! "Surely one man cannot count on being able to withstand the pressure of all the rest?" seems an obvious question to ask.
"Short of quite literally killing him? Well, I don't see why not," replies Zamoyski as he rubs his fingers together – money. "There is much to gain from being the bad apple. We lay this groundwork here, lord prince, we merely need the new king's signature and this realm'll be ours."
Whose ours is that anyways? And wait – doesn't Zamoyski want Aleksandar?
There aren't really any advisors you can turn to right this moment. Do you say something…
[] Positive.
How else may we expect to govern? This reform is simple practicality, and you see no reason why you shouldn't support it. After all, you and yours could rally all of Lithuania behind your banner and form a powerful bloc, one in need of only a few Crownlanders to defect to ensure Radziwiłł demi-rule. Visions of kingmaking dance about.
[] Negative.
To be sure, this will only benefit his middle section, his slim majority. The ones below always grab at anything they can, and you can feel his hand pulling your pantleg this very moment. The ones below even them will be manipulated easily, as lordlings are – all to the detriment of those who can *afford* a disruption.
[] Noncommittal.
Hold it! This is the first time you hear of this. Nevermind the fact that he's projecting into the future while talking like it's today, you simply do not have enough information at the moment. Tell him that.
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[] "I suppose I won't die having to send letters for a few months."
This feel the most in character for our boy, also doesnt close the doors for anyone else
This feel the most in character for our boy, also doesnt close the doors for anyone else
[x] "I suppose I won't die having to send letters for a few months."
[x] Noncommittal
maybe 60% or 65% of the vote but not 50%
[x] Noncommittal
maybe 60% or 65% of the vote but not 50%
[X] "Let's see her on the way back home, then!"
To understand a person's character, you need to look at him at home. There is no need to look at dozens of secular masks if you can go once and look at the true essence.
Also, if we want to marry a foreign princess, this visit will not hurt, if we marry someone else from the locals, then probably too.
(+Sapegas, this is quite unintuitive, but a good choice. They are Rusyns and Orthodox (?). A good choice for ensuring stability in our lands)
[X] Positive, but the "friend" will owe us 1 service, within reason.
Friends respect each other's opinions and are guided by them in making decisions. We (we personally, not the family) really need friends. Only this particular friend is not very respectful. Let him prove that for the sake of "friendship" he is ready to make some sacrifices.
To understand a person's character, you need to look at him at home. There is no need to look at dozens of secular masks if you can go once and look at the true essence.
Also, if we want to marry a foreign princess, this visit will not hurt, if we marry someone else from the locals, then probably too.
(+Sapegas, this is quite unintuitive, but a good choice. They are Rusyns and Orthodox (?). A good choice for ensuring stability in our lands)
[X] Positive, but the "friend" will owe us 1 service, within reason.
Friends respect each other's opinions and are guided by them in making decisions. We (we personally, not the family) really need friends. Only this particular friend is not very respectful. Let him prove that for the sake of "friendship" he is ready to make some sacrifices.
Sertorius
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[X] "Let's see her on the way back home, then!"
[X] Positive.
Zamoyski was the greatest statesman the Commonwealth has ever produced. His ideas were obviously a good plan, but they failed to gain a hold at this time. He was the central figure of the Executionist movement, which made him the main enemy of the magnate factions, such as the Radziwiłłs or Firlejs. The Executionists wanted (as their name suggests) the execution of various laws, that have been left neglected over the years, with re-evaluation of the land grants of the past being chief among them. Such grants were only until the holders' death, after which they should have been returned to the Crown, but their descendants kept the grants illegally as private property and they were the corner stones of the magnate families wealth and influence in many cases. Since Zamoyski and his allies wanted to take away those unlawfully held lands to strengthen the monarchy, that made them a prime enemy of the magnates, which would have been greatly weakened by losing their illicit gains, hence he was never really liked by the rich.
[X] Positive.
Zamoyski was the greatest statesman the Commonwealth has ever produced. His ideas were obviously a good plan, but they failed to gain a hold at this time. He was the central figure of the Executionist movement, which made him the main enemy of the magnate factions, such as the Radziwiłłs or Firlejs. The Executionists wanted (as their name suggests) the execution of various laws, that have been left neglected over the years, with re-evaluation of the land grants of the past being chief among them. Such grants were only until the holders' death, after which they should have been returned to the Crown, but their descendants kept the grants illegally as private property and they were the corner stones of the magnate families wealth and influence in many cases. Since Zamoyski and his allies wanted to take away those unlawfully held lands to strengthen the monarchy, that made them a prime enemy of the magnates, which would have been greatly weakened by losing their illicit gains, hence he was never really liked by the rich.
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[X] "Let's see her on the way back home, then!"
This is the perfect guy move. Get one night of dancing in and show up on her doorstep afterwards to meet her parents.
[X] Noncommittal
This is the perfect guy move. Get one night of dancing in and show up on her doorstep afterwards to meet her parents.
[X] Noncommittal
This is where my hesitation comes from. Aren't we from a rich family? How will our family react to working with this guy on a project that may well come to bite us?