First Winter

Elias smiled at Ezra's reassurance and playfully nodded as he was gently pushed towards the bustling working area of the bakery. There, he found the talented baker, hard at work ensuring that Lily's order was not only delicious but also impeccably presented.

Ezra, with her flour-dusted apron and a glint of mischief in her eyes, nodded at Elias, silently approving of the baker's attention to detail. She then returned to her station, where the enticing aroma of freshly baked pastries filled the air.

As Elias waited by the counter for a few more moments, the baker artfully placed the apple turnover on a delicate plate, adding a dusting of powdered sugar and a sprig of fresh mint to enhance the visual appeal. The glass of lemonade was equally adorned with a slice of lemon and a colorful paper straw.

With the utmost care, Elias picked up the plate and the glass, ensuring not a crumb was out of place, and made his way back to Lily's table, where the young maiden's eyes lit up as she saw the beautifully presented pastries.

"Here you go, Lily," Elias said with a warm smile as he placed the plate and the glass in front of her, "One freshly baked apple turnover and a refreshing glass of lemonade, just for you."

Lily's eyes widened with delight as she looked at the plate and then up at Elias, her earlier nervousness now replaced with sheer admiration, "Wow, it looks amazing! Thank you, Elias."

Elias couldn't help but return her smile, "You're very welcome. If there's anything else you need or any other pastries you'd like to try, just let me know. Enjoy!"

As Ezra stood behind the counter, she watched everything happening in front of her with a knowing look in her eyes, appreciating the special connection between the staff and customers that made Helen's Bakery a cozy place where special moments were created, one delicious pastry at a time. Leaning on the counter, she realized that the afternoon was pretty slow in terms of customers. But as the sun started to set, something amazing happened - both fancy people and regular folks started coming to the bakery, excited to treat themselves to its tasty treats and enjoy a good meal in its warm atmosphere.

Ezra was really lucky because her mom taught her everything she needed to know to run their beloved family bakery. The bakery had been in their family for generations, so it was a big deal for her to be able to take it over one day. She was grateful not only for the memories her mom passed down, but also for the thriving business that would support her in the future. It meant she wouldn't have to depend on a stranger to take care of her.

As she gazed around the warm and inviting bakery, her eyes, with their beautiful hazel color, effortlessly surveyed the surroundings. A sense of tranquility washed over her, prompting a sigh of relief to escape her lips. However, her momentary respite was abruptly shattered as the academy's demanding assignments came crashing into her thoughts.

I wonder if Elias already finished those assignments… Obviously, Ezra will ask Elias if he could let her copy.

The bakery bustled with activity as the afternoon waned into early evening. More customers had started to fill the cozy space, a mix of commoners and nobles alike, all eager to savor the delectable treats and pastries that had made Helen's Bakery famous in Thistledale. Elias was kept busy, ensuring everyone received the best service.

Ezra, although mindful of her academy assignments, knew that she couldn't interrupt Elias while the bakery was so full. She observed him behind the counter, his friendly and welcoming demeanor unchanged, as he efficiently served the growing crowd.

As the sun dipped lower on the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow through the bakery's windows, Ezra finally saw a lull in the customer rush. Elias, having just finished serving a group of chatty commoners, took a moment to catch his breath. It was the perfect opportunity to approach him about her academic concerns.

Ezra approached the counter with a warm smile, her apron lightly dusted with flour, "Elias," she called out, leaning in a bit closer to him to be heard over the background chatter, "When you have a moment, there's something I'd like to talk to you about."

Elias nodded, a curious expression on his face, "Of course, Ezra. What's on your mind?"

Ezra leaned in a bit further, her voice barely above a whisper, "I've got some assignments piling up, and I was wondering if you'd be willing to lend me a hand or let me take a look at your work for reference. I promise it won't be too much trouble."

Elias smiled, his usual helpfulness shining through, "Ezra, I'd be happy to help. You've got my back here at the bakery, so why not have yours with the assignments, too? I'll share what I can with you."

Ezra's relief was evident in her expression, and she gave Elias a grateful nod, "Thank you, Elias. You're a lifesaver. Let's talk more about it when we have a moment."

Within seconds, Elias found himself being beckoned once more by the fresh influx of customers, a lively bunch of youthful maidens. With a cheery disposition, he eagerly made his way towards them, ready to take their orders and cater to their needs.

Elias, ever the epitome of grace and charm, approached the group of young maidens with a warm smile, his eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight in the bakery. The group, a gaggle of giggles and fluttering fans, looked up at him with coy glances, their flirtatious intentions unmistakable.

"Ready to order, ladies?" Elias inquired, his voice as smooth as velvet, his eyes twinkling with good-natured amusement.

The boldest among the maidens, a young woman with cascading curls and eyes the color of sapphires, stepped forward, her fan delicately tapping her chin. She spoke, her tone playfully teasing, "Oh, but sir, we are absolutely ready. Ready to be charmed by your recommendations, perhaps? After all, a handsome face like yours must know the way to a maiden's heart."

Elias chuckled, his cheeks tinted with a rosy hue. He gracefully inclined his head, his smile never wavering, "You flatter me, my lady. I am at your service, and I would be delighted to recommend some of our finest pastries and treats. May I suggest our raspberry tarts, fresh out of the oven? Their sweetness rivals the blush of a summer sunrise."

Another maiden, her laughter like music, chimed in, "And what about the chocolate eclairs? I've heard they are simply divine. Are they as heavenly as they say, sir?"

Elias nodded, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm, "Indeed, they are. Our chocolate eclairs are filled with a velvety cream and topped with a glossy chocolate glaze. One bite, and you'll be transported to dessert paradise."

The third maiden, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, leaned closer, her voice a soft whisper, "Sir, do you think you could teach us the art of making pastries sometime? A private lesson, perhaps? We'd be very attentive pupils, I assure you."

Elias was laughing on the outside, crying on the inside as he listened to their playful banter, charmed by their flirtatious antics, "I'm afraid I'm quite busy here at the bakery, but I appreciate your enthusiasm. How about I prepare a delightful assortment of pastries for you, and you can enjoy them as you please? Consider it a private tasting session, my ladies."

The maidens exchanged delighted glances, their laughter filling the air, "Oh, that sounds perfect, sir! We eagerly await your selection," the sapphire-eyed maiden replied, her tone filled with excitement.

With a graceful bow and a twinkle in his eye, Elias retreated to the counter to prepare a tempting array of pastries for the charming group of maidens, fully aware that their visit would be an unforgettable one, steeped in both sweetness and flirtation.

Elias leaned on the counter, his shoulders slumping with a melodramatic sigh, "Could this day get any better?" he mused aloud, "I mean, they're flirting at me again. I felt like I was cheating…"

Ezra, who had been taking a short break, burst into laughter at Elias's comment. She wiped away tears of amusement from her eyes, struggling to catch her breath, "Cheating? You and the King aren't even together!" she managed to say between bouts of laughter, "Don't be so silly, Elias! You're going to kill me with laughter."

Elias couldn't help but join in the laughter, realizing the absurdity of his words, "I know, I know," he chuckled, "But you have to admit, it's a bit... confusing, especially with all the attention."

Ezra, her laughter subsiding, leaned in closer to Elias and offered a reassuring pat on his shoulder, "I understand, my friend. Just remember that these playful encounters are all in good fun. Enjoy the attention, and take it with a grain of sugar, not salt!"

Elias watched as the baker expertly prepared a selection of pastries for the group of flirtatious maidens, ensuring that the presentation was as impeccable as the flavor. Once the pastries were elegantly arranged on a tray, he picked it up and made his way back to the group with a smile.

With a graceful flourish, Elias presented the tray to the maidens, the pastries laid out like a tempting feast, "Here you go, my lovely ladies," he said, his tone playful, "A delightful assortment of our finest pastries, just for you."

The sapphire-eyed maiden leaned in closer, her lips curled into a mischievous smile, "You truly know how to make a maiden's heart flutter, sir," she purred, her fingertips gently brushing against Elias's as she reached for a pastry.

Elias couldn't help but chuckle at the continued flirtation, even though he knew it was all in good fun, "I aim to please," he replied, his eyes twinkling. "Please, enjoy these pastries to your heart's content."

Days turned into weeks, and as autumn gave way to winter, Thistledale, Handun Broch and the other towns transformed into a winter wonderland, blanketed in snow and ice. The once lively bakery had taken on a cozy and festive atmosphere. Candles flickered in the windows, and the scent of freshly baked pastries mingled with the crisp winter air.

Elias, who had been fully dedicated to his work at Helen's Bakery and his rigorous academy studies, couldn't help but wonder about the king. He hadn't visited the palace in quite some time, his duties and commitments keeping him away. The King had always been a dear friend, and Elias couldn't help but worry about his well-being.

One quiet winter morning, Elias leaned on the counter with a furrowed brow, his thoughts far away from the bustling bakery for a moment. He confided in Ezra, who was carefully decorating a tray of snowflake-shaped cookies, "Ezra, I can't help but wonder about the king. I've been away for so long, and I haven't visited the palace. I hope he's doing alright."

Ezra glanced at Elias, her gaze understanding and sympathetic, "I'm sure he understands your commitments, Elias. You've been working tirelessly here at the bakery, and your studies are crucial for your future. I'm sure the king would want you to excel in your endeavors."

Elias nodded, his concern still lingering, "I know, Ezra, but he's been more than just a king to me. He's a friend, and it feels like I've been neglecting our friendship."

"We all know that the King is working too," Ezra sighed, feeling helpless about Elias, "Let's visit the palace next week, how about that?"

Back in the Royal Palace, as the snowflakes danced outside the tall windows, The Kingsat in his chambers, the weight of his responsibility pressing heavily upon him. His mind drifted to the past, to the day when he had first confronted the harsh reality of poverty in his kingdom.

The memories of that pivotal meeting stirred within him. The experts huddled around tables, their faces etched with concern as they delved into the grim statistics of poverty. The images of struggling families, of children without proper education, and of communities lacking basic necessities played like a haunting melody in his thoughts.

But from that bleak moment, The King's determination had ignited. He recalled the fervor with which he had taken action, mobilizing resources, initiating projects, and personally engaging with his people. The scenes of bustling construction sites, hopeful students in vocational centers, and families receiving much-needed assistance replayed in his mind, fueling his resolve to create a better future.

In those crucial times, The King had not simply issued commands from his throne. No, he had ventured into the heart of his kingdom, meeting his people face-to-face, listening to their stories, and understanding their struggles. He had become a king who not only saw the suffering but also felt it deeply within his soul.

As the fire crackled in the fireplace, casting a warm glow in the room, The King's gaze turned to the flickering flames. 

He knew it'll be the season that it'll be hard to deal with, he knows it himself, he has sensitivity in the cold, how about the commoners who have nothing cozy to put on? As soon as he got that idea, he ordered that there'll be a distribution of jackets and other cozy garments of all commoner-inhabited towns. 

The King issued a royal decree to all governments of the towns of commoners, that they'll provide a package of cozy blankets, jackets for their citizensInitially, it was imperative for the officials to conduct a comprehensive survey to ascertain the number of households or individuals residing together in each town. This crucial step would enable them to accurately estimate the required quantity of garments to be procured in order to adequately cater to the needs of the populace.

The King knew it's quite absurd, he had always wanted to help the commoners during his years, yet, he never thought about this. It's too… 

Anyway, what has been accomplished cannot be changed or undone.

With the parchment on his table, there, his plans are listed: Land Reforms, Progressive Taxation, Promote Access to Financial Services, Healthcare Access, Infrastructure Development, Community Engagement, Anti-Corruption Measures, and International Aid and Cooperation. Majority of the list couldn't be done during the winter, such as the 'Land Reforms', The King simply crossed a line to it, and added a small note: 'to be done during summer.'

The priority right now, especially the season of winter, was the 'Progressive Taxation.

In the midst of the frigid winter season, the King, unwavering in his firm resolve to bring about transformative advancements in his kingdom, adorned himself in his magnificent royal garments and embarked on a regal journey towards the lavish chambers of the esteemed Royal Danschen court. Clutching a meticulously crafted timetable that outlined the intricate execution of his visionary plan known as "Progressive Taxation," he strode with unwavering determination and commanding presence, each stride resonating with a resounding echo that reverberated throughout the majestic passageways.

As he made his way into the courtroom, dressed in opulent tapestries and illuminated by the gentle radiance of the chandeliers, an air of excitement filled the space, heightened by the eager anticipation of his arrival. The advisors, courtiers, and officials, all bedecked in intricately designed garments that mirrored the grandeur of the surrounding architecture, humbly inclined their heads in deference as the king gracefully proceeded forward.

The King made his way up the ornate platform, where his majestic throne was positioned below a magnificent canopy crafted from intricately embroidered velvet. With a graceful wave of his hand, he motioned for the commencement of the long-awaited event. As his powerful voice resonated through the grand hall, he spoke with unwavering authority, capturing the attention of all the assembled nobles and courtiers.

With deep respect for my trusted advisors and devoted subjects, I stand before you today to delve into a matter of utmost significance that calls for our collective attention: the introduction of 'Progressive Taxation'

throughout our vast kingdom. It is of utmost importance that we confront the existing inequalities among our populace and guarantee a fair distribution of the tax burden.

He then outlined his agenda, outlining implementation phases and strategies, saying, "In the following weeks, we will hold town hall meetings in each region, inviting representatives from all walks of life to express their concerns and suggestions. We must ensure that this tax system is not only fair, but considerate." Also the needs and challenges faced by our citizens.

The courtiers, with their faces displaying a combination of comprehension and resolve, nodded in unison to indicate their agreement. Continuing his address, the King emphasized the importance of thoroughly examining the suggested tax brackets, urging each individual present to dedicate their time and effort to this task. He stressed the need for a taxation system that not only fosters the growth of the economy but also provides support to the underprivileged members of society and allocates resources for the improvement and advancement of our communities.

Furthermore, the King emphasized that he was not displaying any favoritism towards the commoners. At present, the commoners hold the utmost importance as they are in greater need compared to the nobles, who possess an abundance of Florins and can therefore manage their own affairs without any assistance.

First week of winter has passed.

The grand hall of the Royal Danschen court was filled with a vibrant atmosphere as courtiers from every nook and cranny of the kingdom assembled, bringing with them their diverse perspectives and vested interests. The main topic of discussion that dominated the agenda was the proposed implementation of "Progressive Taxation," which sparked a multitude of contrasting opinions and ignited intense debates among the attendees.

In the grand halls of the noble court, the air was thick with tension and fervor as esteemed lords and elegant ladies, all mindful of their own financial affairs, engaged in a passionate debate. Their voices, laced with eloquence and conviction, resonated through the opulent chamber as they argued for a prudent and measured taxation strategy. To them, overwhelming the upper echelons of society with exorbitant taxes was a dire prospect, one that could potentially destabilize the very foundation upon which their influence and prosperity were built.

With polished rhetoric and carefully chosen words, they ardently put forth their compelling arguments. They advocated for a reduction in tax rates, emphasizing that the noble class should be granted greater autonomy in managing their vast wealth and resources. They painted a picture of economic fragility, warning of dire consequences if the burden of taxation became too heavy to bear.

In stark contrast, the representatives of the common folk stood their ground, their voices unwavering and determined. They eloquently expressed the countless trials and tribulations that the lower social strata endured daily. Their impassioned pleas accentuated the pressing need for the nobility to shoulder a greater proportion of the tax load. With raw honesty, they laid bare the deep-rooted inequalities that had persisted for generations, demanding swift action to rectify these injustices.

"Your Lordships and Ladies," a commoner representative declared, his voice ringing with sincerity, "We, the backbone of this kingdom, carry the weight of poverty and hardship every day. We do not ask for charity; we ask for fairness. We demand a system where the burden is shared proportionally, where the wealthy contribute their fair share so that every citizen, regardless of birthright, can have a chance at a better life."

A noble lord retorted, his tone cutting, "But excessive taxation could stifle economic growth! We must ensure the stability of our economy and the preservation of our way of life. A measured approach is the only sensible solution."

A commoner woman, her eyes blazing with determination, stepped forward, "My lord, we do not dispute the need for stability. However, stability at the expense of our suffering is no stability at all. We urge you to see humanity in our plight and act with the compassion that our shared kingdom deserves."

The debate raged on, each argument met with counterpoints, the clash of ideals reverberating within the grand halls of the noble court. As the night wore on, it became apparent that finding a middle ground would require more than just words—it would demand compromise, understanding, and, above all, a willingness to confront the deep-seated inequalities that divided Landroich's society.

Though the King hated loud arguments, he listened attentively. The King assumed his role as the leader of the court, projecting an air of deep contemplation and composure. With unwavering focus, he dedicated his full attention to each individual argument presented before him, occasionally interrupting to pose thought-provoking questions and offer insightful observations of his own. Throughout the proceedings, it was evident that 

The King's stance remained unwavering: he was not displaying any semblance of favoritism towards the commoners, but rather, he demonstrated a keen understanding and acknowledgment of the urgent necessity for fairness and equality.

As the debate progressed, the grand hall of the Royal Danschen court echoed with the passionate voices of the courtiers. Commoners and nobles, lords and ladies alike, all took their turns to speak, sharing their perspectives and concerns.

A middle-aged commoner woman, her hands weathered from years of hard labor, spoke with a voice that resonated with determination, "Your Majesty, we, the common folk, have borne the brunt of heavy taxes for generations. Our children go hungry, and our homes are cold. We implore you to consider a tax system that eases our burden and provides a chance for our families to thrive."

A nobleman, his demeanor regal but his expression thoughtful, stood next, "Your Highness, while I understand the plight of the commoners, we must also be cautious. Excessive taxation on the nobility could stifle economic growth and innovation. We should find a balance that ensures prosperity for all, not just in the present, but for the future generations as well."

A young lady from the aristocracy, her eyes filled with empathy, stepped forward, "My King, I've witnessed the struggles of the less fortunate. We, the privileged, have a responsibility to uplift the needy. Let us not forget our duty to the kingdom. Perhaps there could be exemptions for businesses that actively contribute to the welfare of the commoners?"

A seasoned commoner man, his voice gruff yet sincere, voiced his worries, "Your Majesty, some among us fear that these discussions might only lead to empty promises. We've seen countless debates that resulted in no real change. We urge you, please, let this not be one of those times. Our hope is fragile, but our determination is strong."

A noble lady, known for her wit and intelligence, chimed in, "Sire, I propose a council, comprising representatives from all classes, to oversee the implementation. Transparency is key to ensure that the funds collected are utilized for the betterment of our society. This way, both the commoners and the nobility can be assured of fairness."

Sensing that the King had been silent, the voices of his courtiers fell into a momentary lull, the King rose from his throne, his regal presence commanding the attention of the entire assembly. His heavy regal robes flowed like an ocean, and his crown shined before the light chandelier.

"My dear courtiers," he began, his voice firm yet filled with empathy, "I have heard your concerns, your hopes, and your fears. The time has come for us to make a decision that will shape the destiny of Thistledale. I understand the complexities and challenges we face. It is not just a matter of numbers on parchment; it is about the lives of our people, their dreams, and their aspirations."

He turned his gaze toward the commoners, acknowledging their struggles, "To the common folk, your cries for relief have not fallen on deaf ears. You deserve a chance at a better life, where your children do not go to bed hungry, and your homes are warm and safe."

Then, he looked to the nobles and ladies, his voice unwavering, "To my noble subjects, I recognize the importance of economic stability and growth. I understand your concerns about stifling innovation. We must find a way to balance progress and compassion."

He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in, and then continued, "Therefore, I decree the implementation of 'Progressive Taxation' in Thistledale. However, let this not be a decision made in haste. We will form a council, representing all social strata, to oversee the process. Transparency will be our guiding principle. The tax brackets will be carefully evaluated, ensuring fairness and understanding the needs of both the commoners and the nobility."

The courtiers listened in silence, absorbing the gravity of the moment. The King's commitment to fairness and equity resonated in every word he spoke, "We shall continue our town hall meetings, gathering input from every region, every class. Together, we will refine the system, making it a beacon of justice for our kingdom. Let it be known that this taxation is not a burden; it is an investment in the future of Landroich."