Complications after Complications..

It has been 5 years on the throne, and things are getting worse and worse.

It’s year 1665. Adding to the political, social, and religious craze, London is undergoing a major health issue. It’s unbelievable: people are dying left and right, and in fact, over 7,000 people died this one week. If you think monarchy is a desirable occupation, think again! I have to handle the issues Parliament shoves into the throne, take account of the social discriminations of the poor Catholics … and in addition, I have to look after myself and flee London to avoid the plague.

So I’m not at home, and I’m just waiting for all the troubles to settle down. It’s been a year, and great… something bigger happens. I’m told that there is a FIRE in London. The Great Plague of London is followed by the Great Fire of London. The irritating thing is that no one stepped up to lead the fire-fighting work. Being the “man” of the country, I, along with my brother James, led the men in stopping the fire. The bad news is: 13,200 houses burned down along with 87 churches. (wow we had that many churches in London?) But the good news is that fire had been stopped, AND the plague stopped. Maybe the fire somehow thwarted the plague.

It hasn't even been 10 years since my coronation, but so much happened already… Other than the fact that I have these awesome titles, I can attract the ladies, and I can get away with practically anything, being king sucks. But I think I can manage.

-Charles