"Ugh..."
The King of Scotland, James VI.
Now also the "joint" King of England, James I, was suffering from the endless stream of paperwork.
This wasn't what he had expected...
In Scotland, being a king meant being just one among many powerful lords, a first among equals at best. The fractious Scottish nobility had always tested him, challenged him, and sometimes openly defied him. He had learned to navigate their ambitions through cunning and compromise, never truly commanding absolute obedience.
Scotland was already smaller than England, and with such insignificant royal authority, he had always coveted the English throne.
Once Elizabeth died, that position would be mine. Once she disappeared, that seat would be entirely mine...
"From now on, I wish to make you the joint King of England. I will also divide the resources from the New World in half."
"...Ughhhh."
"Your Majesty, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, leave me."
"But, Your Majesty..."
"Leave me. It's my request."