Syttende juni:
Denmark:
Mathias remembered it so well, 17th of June, 1397:
In the morning he'd awoken to find a sheet of parchment, rolled up to be as thick as his arm, on the pillow next to him.
It began,
"Dear Denmark,
Today is the day your Queen, Margrethe, is to be crowned the Queen of the three of us, you (loud and annoying), me (Norway) and Sweden, and we all know how you behave on occasions like these. As a result, we've taken precautionary measures.
For one, we've removed all your axes and only left you with a seremonial sword.
However, we are painfully aware that that isn't enough incentive to make you behave and not wreck the whole place in ecstatic celebration. And we can't do like we did on the last coronation and chain you to the ground.
Therefore, we've come up with a different way to inspire you to behave (which means that your clothes remain without a tear).
As mentioned above, we've taken all your axes. Every time you do something that you shouldn't do, one of your axes will be broken in half (I'll be using my trolls, so don't think being stuck on us will save your axes).