Adjusting...

I open my eyes to be greeted with the sight of fresh fruit and honey glazed porridge on the table. Strips of afternoon sunshine enter through the glazed windows, bouncing off the velvet curtains and pristine white walls. The room is expensively decorated but small and intimate with a bed at a corner. It appears this is my bedroom.

I cast the skill, appraisal at myself. A status window appears.
[Name: Klaus Von Roheim]  [Skill/s: Appraisal Lv1]
[Age: 16]
[Title/s: Twelfth prince, Lord of Braunmoth, Youngest one]
[Place: Personal mansion, Braunmoth outskirts]

Ah, so I've been transferred to the body of a prince.

I sip some tea and look out of the window. Outside, grassy fields stretch far away with cloudy mountains at their ends. Below me some a couple knights are sparring with wooden sticks whilst the most bask in the lovely sunshine. 

Knock Knock

I turn to open the door, but step back when it is swung open by an impudent middle aged woman.

"Klaus, you have visitors." said the woman appearing to be taken aback as I glared at her.
"Who are you?"
"Oh dear, do you not remember me? I am your head maid, Margaret. Stuck in your room reading those absurd books everyday must've made you forgetful."

Anger boiled inside me. Since I was the youngest prince I knew my power would be limited, but to have this woman talk to me in such a manner was inforgive-able. I would have to dispose of her but the visitors came first.

"Show me the visitors." 
"Ah... , yes of course." Margaret paused and then smiled, normally the prince would refuse to move anywhere and insist they come to his chambers.

In the waiting room we met two gentleman surrounded by four armed guards. Clearly, they were important people.  

"Greetings your majesty, I am Lester von Rosterfield, the prime minister of your father's kingdom. I come to deliver a spoken order from his majesty." "As of this moment you are a participant of the empire's succession war against your eleven siblings and your father himself."

Was this king mad? Not only forcing his children into a bloody civil war but joining it himself?

"Everyone will have absolute power over their assigned territories and any territory they can conquer. The participant that has conquered the empire will be made emperor for the next one hundred years."
"As a starting gift your father has presented you four elite guards present. You may use them as you wish."

With that being said, the two men exited with sly smiles on their faces. My heart is pounding, I've played world conquering games in my past life, but experiencing it reality is something different. However, I know I shouldn't treat this as a game, one wrong move could cost me my life and the lives of my people.

"Margaret, will you summon all the armed forces under my disposal, house staff, and the merchants into our great hall."
Worried with the news, Margaret stuttered, "Y-yes, your highness."

I then cast appraisal on the four newcomers. 
[Loyalty: To Saigo Roheirim]

As expected these people were loyal to my father, not me. He had probably assigned these to manipulate me or just for information gathering. Information is key in war. These people could have killed me at any time, but I guess they've been ordered not to. 

I laugh. 

"Your majesty, is something the matter?" one of them asks courtly. 
"I'm feeling bored, so I want you to do something for me."
"Of course." They answer, smiling with over-exaggerated smiles.
"Run."
"?"
"Run in laps around the wall until I say stop."

They stare at me as if I'm stupid and begin running. They wore thick metal armour, and carried large swords, so it would only be a matter of time before their stamina took its toll. 

I smile. "Oi run faster, aren't you elite knights?"