Over the last few years, Alpheo had waged a war inside his own borders. He had unleashed his bureaucrats to conduct a grueling, exhaustive census of every asset the Crown possessed across the sprawling, newly expanded Princedom.
Nothing escaped the ledger. Farms, herds, low-slung tanneries, sprawling vineries, and the fragrant groves of the oileries.
Everything was stripped of its anonymity and pinned to a page. Each administrative district had been forced to vomit up its secrets, sending bundles of data to the capital regarding ownerships and reports of the tax season, where clerks worked by candlelight to standardize it all in one.
Something that clearly did not aid in the prince's widespread fame , which was not only so in the lords's circles now, which would be his obsession with order.
Still, the results spoke for themselves.
