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Throughout the beginning of our lives, I remember spending blustery winters down at Elisnore Castle with Hamlet, the king and queen, and my beloved family. Our foul winters brought raging snow to our footsteps and often made travel rotten, so having just a few feet at Christmas made it all the better. For one year, life was so challenging that we lost my baby sister to the cold on our way down in early December. Years began to pass, and both Hamlet and I grew to adults–he often had it better with the ladies, especially with such a Danish empire in his future. A few times, we made our way to some of the brothels in the next kingdoms, of which were booked out just for us to enjoy the celebrations. We would sometimes go out to England or France just for fun, and along the way Hamlet fell in love with the beautiful Ophelia, who didn’t seem to take him for as much as he had her. Eventually, she began to appreciate his company and would travel with that reechoed brother of hers to the kingdom. His father was not a fan of Hamlet, but the King knew best. The time came when Hamlet began to care more for those relationships than mine, but I feel like its more personal. Once I married my love, Bermudalie, it was much easier to take my life for what it was, and because of that I knew that one day us Norwegians would have an empire stronger than the Danes, meaning I could overtake him, and my crown–from the father that never seems to die. Looking at the last couple of years even, my love for power and my wife has grown stronger, and anything would help me take back what once was mine. Save our people who were overtaken by the Danes, and take back Elisnore, for us. Riches of Northern Europe should be shared, like the West, as Hamlet even told me once, so how can it not be true for us? My father who is in denial about the poverty, the sadness, and war bearing nation next to us should not be leading the nation. For I look to coups from l’état à-côté of us. The power, riches and lust of Hamlet and his family shall return to such people as myselves, and this shall occur in any way possible.

But first, we shall become friends once again, merge the monarchies. Then take whats ours. Yours Truly, Fortinbras, Prince of Norway.