Bruno had in his life endeavored towards a single goal. To create a world that functioned without his constant intervention and micromanagement.
Over sixty years had been spent acquiring the skills, resources, and loyalties enough to shift history in his favor.
Sixty years of blood, iron, sweat, and tears. He had lived; he had lost, and he had forged a system in his absence that now ran with or without his input.
Now and then, like the previous day, he would meet with old friends and contacts. Ensuring that things were running smoothly, but the reality was that he was well and truly retired.
There was no grand war lingering on the horizon, and he had nearly a whole year before he was named chancellor to quietly maintain the system he had built.
So… How does a soldier whose accomplishments were so grand that he carved out his own sovereign domain spend his days of peace and tranquility? By enjoying the peace his blood had forged.
