Weeks after his official ascension to his title of High King, Harry Stormcrown stood overlooking the Map of Tamriel. Some of his projects were going great, compulsory schooling and the buildings were coming, in places like Dragons Bridge and Ivarstead he only needed to repurpose abandoned buildings. Integration of Stormcloak and imperial legions while rocky for the most part, was also coming along. Soon he would have an army of 4,000 at his disposal.
Thanks to some books from his father he had gathered a good RnD branch to his military composed of the engineering corps, alchemist, enchanters and a metallurgical expert he had managed to pluck from the remnants of the Dawnguard. Who turned out along with the high elven court mage Calcelmo to also study the ancient dwemer.
Thanks to her and after sending Aragorn to retrieve the designs the woman had needed he had an explosive bolt to go along with his crossbow, that now made up of his primary weapons, along with melee and imperial mages.
Tho if he had anything to say about it wouldn't remain that way for long. He had taken to holing himself up for stretches of hours at a time to reading history books of tamrielic history, or more specifically, Battles that happened before the time warp of High Rock.
Things like gunpowder weapons or even basic tactics that to him now would look obvious as a Cavalry charge seem to have gone missing from tactics after the third era.
However, the most pressing matter at hand was the lack of proper magical education amongst his spellswords and mages. The imperial academy here in skyrim was ill-suited to handle anything beyond the basics. That wouldn't do, sighing the boy packs a few essentials and leaves his city, and mounts his horse. Riding towards Winterhold and to its magical college.
6th of Evening star, 2 hours after departing windhelm.
After paying the stableboy his due, Harry slowly made his way towards the college of mages. As he approached the gate he was stopped by a High elf mage stopped him "Halt, what are your intentions?"
Harry raised an eyebrow, "I am the High King, I seek an Audience with your Arch-mage."
The mer frowns "I've heard the new High King was a boy…" She paused for a second to look at his armor" "... And that he liked to wear armor pretty often. Very well, I shall inform the Arch Mage that you wish to speak to him. Follow me."
The king did as told following the woman across the damaged bridge and into the courtyard of the collage, where he found what he presumed to be one of the instructors giving a lesson to a handful of prospective mages.
"Wait here." The woman told him as she approached the hooded instructor.
Realizing it was the Arch-mage Harry noted that it was a Khajit, not that it mattered to him but it was interesting to not. The elf came back to him and told him to follow.
The Arch-mage quarters were interesting to say the least. Complete with its own garden, enchanting and alchemy table and a vast library. Harry could see the appeal.
"So, what brings the High King to my college?" The khajiit asks.
"I need the college of Winterhold."
The arch-mage does a double take.
"Did J'zargo hear you right?"
Harry responds, "Indeed you have. You see, Imperial wizards aren't the best teachers. I need my mages to have the best understanding of magicka they can have, No just for battle and war but for research and development as well. As the High King I am establishing a localized battlemage command and this college would be the best place to accommodate it. I am willing to provide the funding and men to fix the bridge and expand the college however needed to fix the accommodations."
"I see, what of those such as the teachers and the students of this college? J'zargo hopes that they haven't been forgotten."
Harry shook his head. "Forgotten they haven't been, they will be integrated into a Battlemage registry and handed a license to teach magic, for the students that will be upon graduation. See, Soon this college will have more students 6 or 7 teachers might be able to handle."
J'argo sighs, "Very wel, as long as his Majesty provides the funding J'zargo is willing. Come back tomorrow and we will iron this out."
"I am afraid I must send an emissary tomorrow. I must make my way towards solitude and meet with the general, but I assure you they will act with my full authority."
Wrapping up the brief meeting Harry stands up and leaves the college, riding back towards Windhelm.
After another 2 hour stretch, Harry was soon back to his palace. Reading and plotting once more, this time he was reading up on calvary charges and thinking about how to implement them into his military. He would have to invest heavily into breeding more horses for the program as he doubted there were enough in the province, perhaps importing some from High Rock and Cyrodiil might speed up the process a bit?
He was so engrossed in his line of thought he didn't feel a certain blonde Bretton enter his office nor heard her approach him.
"How much longer are you planning to stay up late?" Mirai asked him softly as she wrapped her hands around his neck and shoulders.
"Mm? Not much." The boy replies.
Mirai frowns, "We haven't spent much time together lately."
Nodding Harry finishes the last of his notes and stands up, "Let's go to our chambers, there is nothing more that I want to do than spend some time with my little snow hare."
"Snow hare am i?" The girl asked, raising an eyebrow and teasing him "I thought you were the one from the snowy province."
Chuckling, Harry pulled her along as they made their way towards their shared room. "Let me freshen up and I'll join you."
Making his way towards their bathroom Harry removes his armor and steps into the coal heated tub.
'sigh. What to do?' Harry thinks to himself 'The imperials won't be happy that I'm building up such an army. It's not like i can hide it.'
Shaking his head, the boy thought about what to do.
'The Dominion will throw Cyrodiil into civil war. Their failed assasination plots have ceased since I last sent them that note.' Harry chuckled remembering the note.
Please stop trying to assassinate me, if you try one more time I will send an assassin to Summerset, and I won't need 5 to succeed.
-Harry Stomcrown, High King of Skyrim.
'Oh yes, the fact that the currier broke into their palace and dropped it on their Diner table. Must have truly scared them off.'
The boy frowned once more 'I must have my troops mobilized. The way I see it, the Emperor will either have to pull his armies from the border in order to settle it, leaving their borders defenseless. Or he would be forced to Abandon Cyrodiil if it becomes too dangerous for him. The dominion won't be able to assassinate him, The High Chancellor seems to be a much more competent leader and they wont risk making him emperor, he would be able to fend off any assassins and know exactly who it came from. Either way, it would leave Cyrodiil severely weakened and ripe for the taking. But I would have to march on it before the Thalmor mobilize their own armies… exactly why I need the calvary.'
The boy stood up and left the tub, drying himself with a tower and changing into bed appropriate attire.
As he entered the bed chamber once more he saw Mirai nose deep in a book.
Getting on the bed and crawling towards her, he began to drop a pattern of kisses. On her neck, her cheeks and finally on her lips, pulling back slightly he asked her "What are you reading?"
"Oh nothing, just one of the books your father gave you." Mirai answered. "It's called Princess Bride"
Laying another soft kiss on her lips Harry asked "hmm, what is it about?"
"Well, I just for started so I can't tell you much yet." Mirai told him as she looked at him, leaning forward to give him a peck.
"Hmm, well, i have to go to Solitude for a few days, I want you to come with me."
"Alright"
