Chapter I
VictortheMonarch
Victor the Crusader
Before I start let me simply state this. To those of you who find; Religious conversion, Forceful annexation, Murder, Assassination, Conquest, Literally anything else a Liberal would cry and pout over! This is not the story for you. I'm sorry, and no, I won't change it for you. I've got anger issues, and ya bitch about how I write in a demeaning way and my boiler will pop, and yeah, I will cuss you out. Alot of people on QQ got mad at me for having a christian character, and ever since they've tried to get me banned on other sites. Over the top, some criticism is fine, but pointless criticism is banned here. Not taking any Bullshit, you've been warned.
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December 3rd, 1825, Buckingham Palace
It had been slightly over fourteen years since I got tossed through time like a caesar salad, and It has truly been quite a.... thriller, to say the least. I was born in this vast Palace, to live and likely die within. Of course I am not complaining, I mind it not, as the thought of living this life peacefully has some merit, that is unlikely however, as far as I'm concerned, I want my foot placed in the annals of history.
Ah, I have yet to explain to you who I am? To put it plainly, I have lived two lives. The first life I lived as Lieutenant-General Adam Cressemer, of her majesties royal army. And the second, I live as Prince Victor George of the United Kingdom. Son of King George IV and Queen Augusta. I was born on October the twenty sixth, eighteen eleven, a year before the shit in America, began, and smack in the middle of the Napoleonic Wars. Oh what it would be like to fight in such a grand war, but I was but four years old when the One Hundred Days ended, and after that? I was mostly kept out of loop, only ever seeing my fathers old wife, Caroline of Brunswick once, and my half sister Charlotte.
My Mother, Queen Augusta was once Princess Augusta of Bavaria, however after being trapped on England upon the outbreak of the Napoleonic wars, as she was visiting my sister (Who she had, at that point been pen pals of sort with). Unable to go to Europe due to the war, she found herself stuck on this Island nation. With the Marriage of my father and his old wife being annulled in 1809, Father pursued my mother, who of course wanted nothing of the sort. He finally was able to marry her, after she gave up avoiding the marriage. Two years later, and I popped out like a spring chicken.
Of course, Mother was just barely able to stay in her old family, as her father, King Maximilian was allying along the French lines That all changed in 1813, but that was still two years of decayed relations. Mother never went back to Bavaria, even when she had the chance to.
My Sister, Princess Charlotte eventually left with her husband after giving birth to a healthy son named Bernard, leaving to Leopold's family home. The last news to come is that they've a daughter now, with another on the way.
Finally, I shall go over my own life. I was born in Buckingham Palace, however I soon learned that life was quite different. No longer was I in 2021, but in 1811. Two hundred and ten years in the past. Everything I had was gone, only left with my memories of my time in Oxford University, the war's I've fought... and the bullet that went through my skull. Probably should've listened to that American. But he was a Corporal, I thought I knew better, but twas my fault, He had been there longer.
I spent as much time as Possible in my new life Enjoying my early childhood, however when I turned ten, I finally decided to act. I found myself under Sir William Anson, a General in the Army. Mother was disappointed with me having taken off, but father was able to convince her.
A knocking on the door awakens me from my pondering,a maid comes and tells me that the general is waiting for me. Must be that trip to India.
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December 3rd, 1825, Buckingham Palace
It had been slightly over fourteen years since I got tossed through time like a caesar salad, and It has truly been quite a.... thriller, to say the least. I was born in this vast Palace, to live and likely die within. Of course I am not complaining, I mind it not, as the thought of living this life peacefully has some merit, that is unlikely however, as far as I'm concerned, I want my foot placed in the annals of history.
Ah, I have yet to explain to you who I am? To put it plainly, I have lived two lives. The first life I lived as Lieutenant-General Adam Cressemer, of her majesties royal army. And the second, I live as Prince Victor George of the United Kingdom. Son of King George IV and Queen Augusta. I was born on October the twenty sixth, eighteen eleven, a year before the shit in America, began, and smack in the middle of the Napoleonic Wars. Oh what it would be like to fight in such a grand war, but I was but four years old when the One Hundred Days ended, and after that? I was mostly kept out of loop, only ever seeing my fathers old wife, Caroline of Brunswick once, and my half sister Charlotte.
My Mother, Queen Augusta was once Princess Augusta of Bavaria, however after being trapped on England upon the outbreak of the Napoleonic wars, as she was visiting my sister (Who she had, at that point been pen pals of sort with). Unable to go to Europe due to the war, she found herself stuck on this Island nation. With the Marriage of my father and his old wife being annulled in 1809, Father pursued my mother, who of course wanted nothing of the sort. He finally was able to marry her, after she gave up avoiding the marriage. Two years later, and I popped out like a spring chicken.
Of course, Mother was just barely able to stay in her old family, as her father, King Maximilian was allying along the French lines That all changed in 1813, but that was still two years of decayed relations. Mother never went back to Bavaria, even when she had the chance to.
My Sister, Princess Charlotte eventually left with her husband after giving birth to a healthy son named Bernard, leaving to Leopold's family home. The last news to come is that they've a daughter now, with another on the way.
Finally, I shall go over my own life. I was born in Buckingham Palace, however I soon learned that life was quite different. No longer was I in 2021, but in 1811. Two hundred and ten years in the past. Everything I had was gone, only left with my memories of my time in Oxford University, the war's I've fought... and the bullet that went through my skull. Probably should've listened to that American. But he was a Corporal, I thought I knew better, but twas my fault, He had been there longer.
I spent as much time as Possible in my new life Enjoying my early childhood, however when I turned ten, I finally decided to act. I found myself under Sir William Anson, a General in the Army. Mother was disappointed with me having taken off, but father was able to convince her.
A knocking on the door awakens me from my pondering,a maid comes and tells me that the general is waiting for me. Must be that trip to India.
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