le Roi Soleil. A French ETW campaign tale.
Prologue
King Louis XIV of France was in a rare introspective mood as he stared at the wine bottle on his table. Everyone knew wine improved with age, it matured well. Indeed many of his courtiers compared him to a fine wine when they wished to flatter him. When, though, did a wine turn to vinegar? Was there a particular moment perfection turned sour? Even more importantly would the wine be aware of that moment?
Hah, of course not. How could wine be aware of anything? A foolish notion. Still, it wasn't wine he was thinking of. Had his greatness passed? Was everything from now a downhill journey toward death? No!
No, he knew he was master of his own destiny. When the moment came that his power was on the wane he would know, but that moment would never come. When the moment of perfection, the moment history would remember forever, came he would know.
Why only these past few days had seen two German powers bow down to his might, Wutternburg and Westphalia agreeing to become protectorates of the French crown. No doubt the Holy Roman Emperor would have something to say about that, let him say what he liked. The two countries had signed willingly, there had been no coercion, no threats. If the Emperor wanted a war he would have to start it, he would be the aggressor.
No, this melancholy was ill-founded, he had plenty to be positive about. He had a well run government. Loyal in every regard and more than competent. His army was in good hands, with leaders the envy of any European power.
France had dominated European politics before, she would do so again. The Sun King had not been eclipsed, not by a long shot. Europe may think him an old man, content to rot away in Paris dreaming of past glories, let them think that. His future victories would be all the more inspirational.
Vive la France!!