Enlist the help of your brother.

Your brother, Fredrick, has always been a keen strategist. If anyone knows how you can become king, he will. He generally likes to spend his time in the courtyards, training with the other soldiers or bullying them into shape. Today is no different. He stands tall, blond hair waving in the morning wind, a thin scar down the left hand side of his face. He see's you approach and grins.

'Ah, my dear brother has decided to come and join me at last. Had enough of the haughty life of a duke and want to stretch your sword arm no?'

You laugh, he's not far off the mark.

'In a way. In essence I need assistance with a monumental task and I thought who better than to help than my dear brother.'

'What task is that?'

'Becoming king.'

Fredrick stares at you for a couple of seconds. Blinks and then laughs.

'You're not joking are you? Well... I suppose it is doable, but alone we would be crushed. Firstly we'd need to get the support of some smaller dukedoms... I suggest Rhele, Candor and Partia are probably best. In fact, Duke Melywn's daughter is around your age... and unmarried. An alliance could give you a good strong lead in this. What do you say?'