Albert IV
The King is dead, long live the King! Or...that's usually what happens...and that should've happened, but my beloved mother had decided to take matters into her own hands and declared herself Queen Regnant, on the half-blasted claim of some great-great-uncle or something. Usually that wouldn't matter but apparently some of the nobility felt that she would be a better ruler than me. Granted, I'm only 17 years old, but I'm still in my majority. By all rights I should be king! Of course, in order to solidify that, I would need more than just my uncle on my side as powerful as he was. We needed as many nobles on our side as possible, mostly for their levies. Regrettably, the Duke of Mountbatten had sided with my mother. He would've been a really good ally in this fight.