France under an enlightened Prince

France, Versailles—I arrived under the name of the Crown Prince.



There was just one small problem: the king was still Louis XVI… and in two years, he'd be “snapped” right off the throne.



With a crumbling kingdom, empty coffers, and a court full of fools, relying on dear old dad and his ministers wasn’t an option. If France was going to change, I had to be the one to do it.



First, I made some quick, easy gold—enough to plug the bleeding hole in the economy that had plagued the nation for centuries.



Then came the nobles. Arrogant, treacherous, always scheming. They needed a sharp reminder of who held the real power now.



And the Church? They’d hoarded vast lands without lifting a finger. I took it all—every acre, every relic—and turned it into fuel for reform.



Industry, technology, agriculture, commerce… they surged forward, hand in hand. Under my rule, France wouldn’t just recover—it would ascend.



That year, while the British were busy defending their tiny island from the fires at their borders, I simply took it.



That year, as Europe braced itself against revolution and ruin, my sword pointed not at survival—but at domination.



Napoleon dreamed of conquering the continent. I will go further. I will finish what history left undone.