#let Louis XVIII die already

[shitpostingfromthebarricade]

David I'm begging you I just wanna hear about the year of 1817, 1817, the year that happened in 1817. TT_TT

[moriartyluver]

FALSE LOVERS CHAPTER XVIII

"QUEEN TO E4."

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(Name) huffed, watching as William, who was sat opposite her, moved the chess piece along the checkered board. Her (eye colour) eyes scanned the board, looking  for her next move. Smirking to herself, she picked up her knight, killing off one of his rooks. "Knight to B5." 

The door swung open, revealing a worried looking Fred with Bond entering shortly behind him. "Lo-" He stopped himself, standing aside as the two geniuses finished their chess match. Bond raised an eyebrow, confused. 

"Why's nobody speaking?" He asked, sitting down on a nearby chair.

"shh.." Josephine hushed "I think (Name) might win for once.."

Moran scoffed "That's unlikely, they've done this every few months since they met and William's won every single time." 

"You've not seen how often she's been practising though.. and she has a whole exercise book full of William's techniques. She's obsessed with it, like it's her only wish to defeat William in a game of chess before either one of them dies, depending on who goes first." Albert said as William moved another piece, growing closer to..

"Checkmate!" 

(Name) threw her arms in the air, a youthful grin on her lips. "I won! My god, I won!" She laughed joyously whilst William fought back a smile, forcing a frown on his face. It wasn't like he let her win, but he did see a pretty good opening earler and may have chosen to ignore it. 

After a moment to let the victorious cheers from (Name) die down, Fred finally spoke up. "My Lord, someone's taken out the old court records.." 

(Name) sat down, the room's atmosphere turning serious. The former soldier turned to Fred, raising a brow "It isn't..That Holmes guy, he's done it at last.."

"No, it can't have been." Josephine shook her head. "It doesn't allign with the activity we've been tracking."

"It was Milverton. Charles Augustus Milverton." Fred explained. 

"The newspaper tycoon?" (Name) spoke up. 

Fred nodded "He owns and manages several newspapers and advertising companies, he's also called the number one media tycoon in the country." 

Oh god, it really was him. 

Was it because of her? Did she somehow manage to aggravate him and now William was to suffer the consequences? 

"He's a well prepared person who sent 5 different people to carry and pass on the record. I believe this was intended to learn about Lord William's past," He continued to explain whilst (Name) fidgeted in her seat, playing with the hem of her skirt. 

"Sir Milverton," Albert recalled "I think I've greeted him a handful of times..." 

Jack nodded in agreement. "I known him...he's a big businessman, not a noble. I would understand if it was Holmes but why would someone do that..?" 

"Hey," James chimed in "I don't know what story you're talking about. What the hell is Will's old court record?" 

"Ahh..my bad, I thought you already knew," Sebastian slung his arms over the armchair. "Before William and Louis were adopted by the Moriarty family, William had a trial against a nobleman.." 

"And that was before Will became the Will we know now?" James asked. "Why would you leave something like that?..no way.." 

"It was left out on purpose, as fishing bait of some sort." (Name) explained, feeling nostalgic. She remembered when she had found the court documents. If she thought about it, it was sort of the catalyst in the strange butterfly effect that lead to her  being here now. 

"Of course it wasn't a court case that was created to be bait in the first place, Bond..and as a result."  William smiled. 

"Whilst it's easy to physically erase the court record, it's impossible to erase the memories of William from that time from everyone in the orphanages and slums." Albert stated with a smug smile. "By keeping the court records of the trial which you'll come across if you talk to someone who remembers from that time...when a person who's looking into Will's past appears, we can find out their identity immediately." 

"So that's why..." Bond trailed off. "Even though Sherlock hasn't gotten there yet someone has taken the bait. Milverton, he's a threat for the time being." 

"He isn't a force to be reckoned with," (Name) said, recalling her few encounters with him. "And he has quite the clean slate. It was quite difficult to blackmail him back..." 

"Blackmail him back?" William raised a brow. Typical (Name), she never was entirely honest with him..

"Anyways, the trial..Bond is still unaware of what transpired." She smiled, changing the subject, prompting Louis to tell the story. "How about you tell him the story?" 

(Name) already knew this story of course, considering  she had already taken out the old court records when she was about 18 years old, and still under the impression that William was the original William who was rumoured to be a mean spirited boy in his youth. After first meeting him, she had distanced herself from the teenager due to her fear that he was really still awful, even if it was a few years ago. She had heard stories of his being incredibly unkind to girls who liked him romantically, or bullying foreigners even if they were of the same social class. 

Being within these wealthy circles, (Name) knew that some people were unkind and dismissive or rude to those they saw as 'less than', but William just seemed like an asshole, who just so happened to be intelligent, this prompting her rivalry with him. Finding out his true identity only made her feelings towards him more complicated. She had initially been unkind to him because she had assumed he was as bad as the rumours said, and even tried to beat him in school work to shrink his ego. A woman who just so happened to be a foreigner beating him in academics? That would shut him up. 

Unfortunately it didn't. 

And here she was, married to the man she used to hate, and even sleeping with him occasionally without a pragmatic purpose. God, her 16 year old self would hate her. 

She felt suddenly quite ill as Louis told the story of the old court case, excusing herself to the bathroom. She felt dizzy, kneeling by the lavatory and with teary eyes and a few choked out sobs, her breakfast painted the inside of the toilet bowl. She wasn't even feeling very hungry that morning either, but William had encouraged her to eat, so she did, because for some odd reason, she couldn't really say no to him anymore, even when he convinced her to attend the tea party...

She threw up again. And again. And again, until her stomach felt empty and her tears stopped flowing. 

"Oh fuck." She murmured to herself, her advanced vocabulary and elegant manner of speech out the window. "Fuck you Charles Augustus Milverton. This is all your fucking fault, you stupid bastard!" 

Internally, she thanked the lord that everyone else was downstairs, whilst she was in the bathroom on the second floor, beside her bedroom, William's bedroom of the other end of her thin walls. She had spent an awful lot of time in there as of late, and now she was certainly regretting it. At least her mother wouldn't pester her anymore..but maybe it was just a stomach bug. This was Victorian England, after all. Doctors were still trying to get the hang of washing their hands right. But when she took into account the other symptoms..

She stood up, rather abruptly, and stumbled against the basin. God she was not cut out for this. 

"If only he hadn't spread those rumours about me being infertile behind his stupid gossip magazine..it was payback for me buying his other newspaper company from him, wasn't it? It's not as if I did anything personal to him..I just wanted people to stop being suspicious about all the prostitution issues, and so what if I killed a few exploitative men? How did that affect him? I met him in person and he didn't even seem to mind selling the company over to me.." She rambled, washing her mouth out with water until she couldn't taste anything anymore.

Milverton, as discovered by (Name), had been involved in her life twice, and tried to create scandal for her both times. 

Before she worked at Durham, (Name) was mostly in charge of the important jobs that needed to be done for William, but didn't require the entire group. One of these included dismantling an extremely large sex trafficking ring, and ended up in a few deaths of noblemen who had heavy involvement in it, exploring vulnerable women and girls, whilst profiting off it. Naturally, someone like (Name) would be furious at that, and ended up killing them. 

Following the murders, one of Milverton's newspaper companies took this as an opportunity to spread fear, which was unsuccessful and tried again with the Jack the Ripper situation. 

(Name) had written to Milverton, asking him to take down the headlines, lying about her motives. When he refused, she offered to buy the company for double its worth, and surprisingly, he took it. Now, within (Name)'s investment portfolio, she had a newspaper company she didn't know what to do with. Maybe she could've handed it over to her old friend, Engels. 

Anyways, following that, she hadn't disappeared for a while from society, only making appearances when necessary, until she went to that masquerade ball, hosted by the Prince Of Wales, to find Irene Adler with Albert. Whilst she was there, she heard of rumours regarding her relationship with William, and her ability to get pregnant. Turns out, this started from a gossip magazine that (guess who?) Milverton (it was kinda obvious) owned. It was as if he had suspected something in her marriage with William, and her link to some criminal activity. So, that cunning bastard hit her where it hurts, and tried to put her in a trap. If she got pregnant, she would have to sleep with William, and if she didn't, she would prove that she was in a difficult marriage, possibly a contractual marriage. 

As a result, (Name) slept with William for the sake of providing an heir to her parents, or at least that's what she told herself. It had happened a few more times since, and after the last time, she realised she needed to stop lying to herself and that you don't need to sleep with someone that many times to get pregnant. 

And here she was.

Pregnant. 

"Josephine?" (Name) said, quietly. She was unable to continue reading, the migraine she had worsening. She had been stressed ever since she had found out of her...condition. It was far from an ideal time to be with child, but an heir is an heir, so at least she had that. Romeo purred content lay on her lap as her free hand stroked his small back. 

Everyone else was busy, and she and Josephine were in the drawing room, sipping tea or tidying up. William was with Albert at one of MP Adam Whitley's speeches, who they had been interested in the past week, so much so that William didn't even realise (Name) was having morning sickness, which was odd because she felt quite starved of affection as of late. 

God she was a sick woman. 

"Yes?" The brunette hummed. "What's the matter?" 

"Have my parents sent any mail lately?" She asked. 

Josephine thought for a moment before answering, the clock ticking louder in the silence. "It doesn't seem so, apart from that letter from your mother, where she was asking if you knew how to make an heir, because you weren't pregnant yet." 

"She won't have to ask anymore," (Name) muttered, taking a sip of tea. 

Josephine laughed absentmindedly for a moment, before snapping her head around to (name), realising what she meant. 

"What?" 

"What?" 

"You just said-" Josephine furrowed her thin eyebrows. She glanced at her lower torso, not seeing much change. "Are you..?" 

"Thank god it isn't obvious yet." (Name) rolled her eyes.  "Yes, I am. 

"Who announces news like that? Wouldn't you just say, outright, 'Hey Josephine, I, (Name) (Last Name), am pregnant.'" She groaned, sitting beside her. 

"(Name)'s pregnant?" An American accent spoke from the door way. Both girls yelped in surprise, even Romeo meowed in shock, turning to see Bond at the door. The three of them often spent time together, shopping, gossiping, etc. 

"Please stop speaking like that," (Name) frowned. "I am with child." She whispered. Pregnancy was quite taboo in such an era. "And I only found out recently. A few days ago, really." 

"Is it William's?" Josephine asked as James sat with them. 

(Name) glared at her slightly. "Of course..what do you take me for?" 

"There's a lot to unravel with that statement but first of all, we know how you're like," Josephine pointed out. "The only reason the ton doesn't call you a whore is because most of the men you've slept with are dead, usually your fault." 

"Touché." 

"And second of all, if I may," James chimed in, keeping his voice low. "You slept with William?" 

"Yes." (Name) nodded "You can't blame me. I haven't slept with anyone since I went on that trip to (home country).." 

"How many times?" Josephine asked, a serious face on her usually cute and cheerful face. 

(Name) started counting on her fingers, losing count a couple of times before the other two just groaned, realising she was possibly a lost cause. 

"Was it at least good?" The blond asked "I mean, I never took Will for the type to..you know.." 

She paused for a moment, trying her best to remember each individual time to the best of her ability. "Well.." she trailed off as Josephine and James curiously leaned in. "Okay, so the first time was after that ball, the one we went to in order to recruit you," She gestured to James "And the ton kept gossiping about me not being pregnant yet after 2 years of marriage, so, after I returned, I saw William, we kissed and the rest is history." 

"I suppose history really does repeat itself," Josephine joked "I thought you despised William..surely once would suffice." 

(Name) narrowed her eyes at the joke, not appreciating the comedy of such a stressful moment. "I wanted to..make sure..? And besides, I've slept with worse men." 

"So," James cleared his throat. "Are you going to tell him?" 

"Tell him what?" (Name) questioned. "He knows how many men I've slept with. At least someone in that room was experienced.." 

Bond almost choked on his tea at that. 

"He meant to ask if you were going to tell William you're pre-" Josephine stopped herself "With child."

"At some point..but you know how things have been recently..I talked to William about plans recently and he..well, let's just say that if something goes wrong, we might have to undergo extreme measures soon." (Name) bit her lip, trying not to think too much about it. "But I will, when the moment's right. Then I won't have to sleep with him again."

"You say that as if you don't want to." James teased "You never told us how many times..~" 

"When has it ever been acceptable to ask a lady such a question?" She stammered, embarrassed. 

"Bet you did it after the tea party a couple of weeks ago," Josephine teased with him. "I couldn't find you or William the whole evening." 

"I don't need to tell you that..!" (Name) exclaimed, heat rising to her cheeks as she stood up, walking out of the room. 

"I bet he calculates things whilst they're doing it." James whispered, imitating William's voice  "the formula for the curves of your body is y equals-" 

"I can hear you!" (Name) yelled.

"...A message?" Albert muttered. 

"Yes," Fred nodded, holding up the telegram. "It's addressed to the head of the family. The man who delivered it said he was given a pound by a man who hid his face. Inside of the envelope  was a memo with the adress of  a cemetery in chiswick written on it, along with a hankerchief with a 'W' embroidered on it."

"A 'W'..?" (Name) repeated, recognising the fabric. 

William stood up from beside her. "Let's go."

Once the group had arrived to the cemetrey in the adress, they got out of the carriage. The moon shone brightly amongst the stars and the late winter air enveloped them in an eerie chill. Sensing (Name)'s discomfort or possibly his own, William reached out for her gloved hand, rubbing his thumb against the back of her palm reassuringly. 

"I'm glad you came, Earl Moriarty." A hooded man spoke as they approached him. They all turned to face him as he revealed his face from the shadows. 

"MP Whitely..?" Albert stood in front of him as he sat on a bench. "So it was you who called me here."

"Yes, that's right." He nodded, removing the hood. 

"What's the reason for this meeting?" The earl asked. "I'm sure it's for something confidential." 

"I sent the memo secretly, as not to bother you," the politician explained. "I'm sorry I didn't write my name. This is the evidence of the house of lord's corruption that you gave me." (Name)'s eyes darted to the document on the bench, then back to Albert. She had known of this, but as a foreign diplomat, she really had no place to speak on the issue. "I thought it would be best if I handed it over directly.." 

"..why are you giving it back?" Albert asks abruptly, narrowing his emerald eyes. 

"...." Adam Whitely sighed, a moments silence in the air. "Please try to remain calm when I tell you." He breathed again, holding up his right hand. "I just killed a man's with my own hands. 

'This must be his first kill.' 

The first kill is always the most difficult. For (Name) it was Theodore Arden, well, actually it was one of his siblings, which she often regretted, even if she didn't think of it in the moment. 

For William, Albert and Louis, she always assumed it was the Moriarty family, more accurately Albert's brother, the original William. He was a young boy, barely 13. (Name) couldn't imagine killing someone so young. When she killed Theodore's 18 year old brother, she always felt horrible. He was the youngest person she had ever killed, and she was grateful for that in a sick and twisted way. But she wasn't superior to the Moriarty brothers, just because she killed older people. It wasn't something to brag about nor compare. Lives were taken, they were all equally accountable. And besides, not to boast, but she did have a higher murder count than the three of them combined. 

"My family was killed by one of the yard's officers who I trusted. I-I killed him...There was no way I could forgive him...the officer who killed them had his wife and child kidnapped and killed if he didn't do it..but now, I'm not even sure it was true." Whitely stated at his hands as he spoke, unable to make eye contact with anyone whilst his voice grew shaky and eyes wet with tears. "And now..I don't have the confidence to turn myself in." 

"I've killed a person," he continued. "Since he was an officer, it'll be easy for political opponents to use his death to block not just the bill, but the rose to equality itself...this problem isn't just mine anymore." 

He was right. This was more complex, like it had been set up like this. 

'Milverton, you bastard.' 

"What are you going to do?" Albert asked. 

"I can't keep living without being brought to justice." Whitely said, his voice cracking as he looked at his hands. "If possible, I would like to repay for my sin with my life." 

"I see.." William spoke from beside her, a few feet away. 

"..you are..?" Whitely turned his attention to the mastermind. 

"Albert's younger brother, William." He introduced himself. 

"Younger brother.." Adam muttered, a soft smile on his face. One of defeat. "you also have a younger brother. Mine used to talk to me when things got hard.." 

(Name)'s eyes softened at that. Sibling bonds were special, she knew that. Even if she only had one for 9 years of her life, she wished each day that she could trade her life for his. She would never be able to fill the shoes he could, even if, when alive, he never thought he could. God she missed him. 

"If everything you said is true, then it's clear that you were targeted by someone. That person tried to prevent equality from entering this country by driving you to madness." William spoke. 

"William." She said, frowning at his choice of words. She saw herself in Adam. In a weird sort of way. She too had driven herself insane for the sake of avenging her brother. It was like looking in the mirror. 

She remembered the night she came him after killing the Viscount Arden, and all his family. She remembered sitting on her bed, her university work on her desk, and falling back against the sheets, as if she had just had a tiring day at school, and hadn't killed about 10 people and exploded their family home. She remembered peeling her blood soaked clothes off, trying to forget the images of a mangled Theodore from her head whilst his father screamed and sobbed as he watched. She remembered soaking her body in warm water, staring at her reflection and seeing a blurred vision of herself, like she had changed. She remembered sitting in her bed, and picking up the book beside her that she had ripped right from William's hands, after realising it was the only one in the library. She remembered his cute little frown, almost a pout as she snagged it, rushing over to the librarian to check it out, god she couldn't even remember what book it was. 

And somehow, after a few months of nightmares and paranoia and finally arrest, things returned to normal, even if her hands were permanently stained with blood. Eventually, by the time she had her debutante ball, she had learned to forget. She became so good at forgetting that she had permanently blocked out all those horrid memories, even when she killed Ashfordshire, and even when she married William. If he had never gotten himself kidnapped, she would never have remembered. She didn't know if she wanted that or not. 

"Essentially, you were taken advantage of," William said. Was he thinking of Milverton too? 

"Ha..I guess you could say that." Whitely chuckled nervously. "I was the one who chose to kill him...I'm sure there are other ways I could have dealt with him..." 

"When the people we love are hurt, all reason disappears and we are left with a mere desire for revenge if pushed hard enough." (Name) reassured him. He looked up at her, recognising who she was. 

"Regardless," he said "It's over for me." 

"It's not over yet.." William whispered. "If you still wish to pay for the sin that you've committed with your life.." He held out his hand, a determined expression on his face. "I want it, that life of yours."

 

"It's seem's Adam's taken the apple," (Name) Said, opening the door to William's office. He was alone, as usual. "I always found it odd that the bible blamed it on Eve." 

"You aren't the only one." William spoke, eye's glued to a paper on his desk. "It's very like you to make jokes like this." 

"Is it now?" She chuckled, shutting the door behind them. Before they left after seeing Adam, Josephine pulled her to the side and convinced her to tell William about her recent issue. One she had still not absorbed. "I..actually came here to talk to you.." 

"Mhm.." William hummed, "You always do that, come into my office or bedroom, and talk. Your younger self would be appalled. But, please tell, what is it?" 

A lump formed in her throat, finding it difficult to say. Would she outright say she was pregnant, or ease into a conversation about it. She glanced at his desk, opting for the second option. Her eyes widened as she saw the book he was reading.

"I was just thinking..about that book." She pointed to it, picking it up. It was Homer's Iliad, an old copy, but relatively new in comparison to when it was originally written in Ancient Greece, before the philosophers and thinkers. "Do you remember..? Us in the library..." 

William paused for a moment "oh, I do..You practically stole it out of my hands because it was the only copy at the time. What prestigious university doesn't have more than one Illiad." 

(Name) smiled fondly at the memory. It was always William who remembered little things like that. One of her married friends would complain about her husband not even knowing her favourite colours, or foods..William was never that kind of man. "Oh, I'm sure some others else took out the other ones when we had our little.."

"Blatant robbery?" He raised a brow, prompting her to giggle and sit on his desk where there was space. "Sweetheart, you practically ripped it out of my hands, and very forcefully might I add. I remember being quite upset, even Albert would remember how much I complained to him. He was very familiar with you, even though you didn't meet until much later." 

Her (eye colour) eyes softened at his words, placing the book back down. "Was I really mean to you..?" 

"I didn't mind..it was worse when you ignored me.." He whispered, seeming quite vulnerable. 

"Yes, well..a lot can change in 8 years.." she hummed, still contemplating on telling him the truth. Now would be the perfect time to do so, but..he looked so sad, like a puppy who didn't have a home. 

"Mhm.." he hummed again, all the memories of them in university together merging as one. 

"I mean..you'd never expect us to be married, even if it's contractual. And we have an even more complex relationship than we did back then," she spotted a smile form on his lips, deciding to keep trying to cheer him up. "And even back then when we both didn't really have many friends, but now, we have people we can trust and rely on.." (name) took his hand in hers, squeezing reassuringly. 

William nodded "I suppose you're right...I just hope things change positively from now on, even if the circumstances aren't the best.." 

She brought his face closer to hers, kissing him tenderly as she leaned down. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her onto his lap with a little squeal, his lips still with hers. After a few times kissing her, he had certainly gotten the hang of it, even if it was difficult to concentrate with her unbuttoning his shirt, sliding her palms against his chest. 

"I thought you said you had something to talk to me about.." William breathed against her lips, pulling away slightly. 

(Name) shook her head, then leaned in for another breathless kiss "It's not important right now..besides, we don't have much time, so you better be quick." 

"Mm.." he laughed in between groans, his hand resting on the small of her back, his other hand caressing her thigh. "Give me five minutes..I won't take too long..I've learnt from the best after all." 

"You flatter me, darling," She chuckled "But I agree..I've shaped you into quite the man, haven't I?" 

"Take it all..It's all yours, my love." He offered, tugging at her dress to reveal more of her soft skin. “I lied, Angel. I’m going to need at least 15 minutes..”

"Looks like it might rain soon..." 

The clouds were grey over the Houses of Parliament. People crowded around from all different walks of life. Nobles, doctors, factory workers...even killers. 

"It's already time for the meeting to start..." 

"Is MP Whitely even going to come..?" 

"All of his family members and the officer guarding them were killed?" On man asked, taking a cigarette out of his mouth. 

"Yeah..the culprit is still unknown and at large as well." Another man beside him replied. "Perhaps the actual target was the MP himself. If he shows up they might try to kill him again."

"Ah!" Heads turned to an incoming carriage, watching as Adam Whitely arrived. 

"He's here!" 

"Move out of the way!" 

"It's the MP's carriage!" 

Journalists and members of the public crowded around the carriage as the politician tries to leave the carriage, asking questions about the reason murder of his family members. 

"...My dearest family," Whitely spoke, silencing the crowd. "Along with the officer guarding them, were killed...but! No matter what happens in the future, I will continue to fight for this country's equality!" He beamed, hand on his chest "That's just who I am!!!" 

The people cheered, chanting his name and praising his resolve. 

"The white Knight of our country, Whitely!" They cheered, whilst he smiled and waved. Before he could enter parliaments, someone, a masked stranger, charged toward him with a knife in hand, piercing through his chest.  Adam Whitely fell to the ground as everyone gasped in shock. 

"Wha-?" 

The man tipped his hat, using a robe to fly to the top of the Houses of Parliament. 

"The MP! He's been stabbed!! C-Catch that man!” Someone yelled, urging the police officers from the yard, but he was too out of reach. They couldn’t get him in time. 

“Ha..” The silouhette, now amongst the grey clouds, spoke. “The MP, his family, the officer…all of them were killed by me. Everything was orchestrated by me: The Lord Of Crime..” 

“T-The Lord of crime?!” They had all assumed he was just a myth. 

“I’m the one who will drag London down to the depths of hell!” He yelled from the top of the building, holding his hand out dramatically. “Now, catch me if you can!” 

And with that he was gone.

A/N: finally got this long ass chapter out before second year of college starts tomorrow!! I’m doing to shoot myself!! 😀😀 jk jk. Anyways yes I used the accidental pregnancy trope, yes it works with the plot. Deal with it. I can’t lie I cracked up when I was writing about fl josie and bond. When she started counting on her fingers 💀 personally don’t blame her. Also next R U mine chapter coming out soon. Bye bye!!!

[felipe-v-fanblog]

My Questions:

If you had the chance to meet your favorite historical figure, what is the first thing you would ask them?

What is a trait you share with your favorite historical figure?

Who is Isabel de Farneso? because Idk much about her except the fact that she is ambitious.

im always happy to talk to you :3 makes me happy.

long ass post as usual (this is to be expected when handling with me):

1.IIII i guess people would expect me to say that felipe v is my favourite historical figure, but I dont like him in a historical way, he is just my blorbo. My favourite one is Louis XVIII as he was a really good king, I would say the best France ever had (I would say the only good one they ever had), and I dont have any questions about him because I went down the french rabbit hole. But I have been hyperfixating on Robespierre lately and there is not much known about him in his intimate life and thats something I would really want to know because I am a communist.

2.III with Louis XVIII hehe we are both INTPs 5w6 and gay and pretentious whores. tbh he was a meanie and that was very real from him. he was a very pathetic whore ngl i love him but he would be today a sassy whore. its so funny to talk about him like this when everybody knows him as the soon-to-die king of the bourbonic restoration but eh he has a very wild story behind. he is my favourite part of the marie antoinette story along with his wife. wild stuff. anyway i share more traits with christian vii of denmark. i love him he is my son

3.Ah finally infodumping. I always expect people who like Spain to know her I am sorry if I talked about her as if everybody knows her iii when I think of Spain I think about my best friend who is from there and about the habsburgs and the catholic kings and Isabel de Farnesio (also known as Elizabeth Farnese or Elisabetta Farnese) . Of course she was the second wife of Philip V of Spain and the last princess of Parma and Piacenza from the Farnese family which you may know them as they come from Carlos I and V of Spain and the Holy Roman Empire (the habsburg guy) . I always expect people who likes habsburgs to like all habsburgs at least the classic ones so ! i will guess you already know him and are aware of his life. She is also related to one of the popes from that time, I cant remember which one, and very important italian nobles which I cannot remember right now. From her childhood she was a very kind and smart woman and all her family loved her. Very important character here is cardinal Alberoni which back at the time wasnt a cardinal but worked for the duke of Parma which was the uncle or the father of Isabel (I cannot tell which one was duke at the time Alberoni was there but it was probably her father) . When the spanish war of succession begins Louis-Joseph de Vendôme is sent to work for Spain and his troops are set in Italy to stop the imperial troops from the territories that back at the time were spanish. So the duke of Parma goes to nicely ask him if he could take his troops out of his territory . as to which vendôme shows him his ass ? which is a power-move for me . so he sent alberoni to talk to vendôme because he got upset because vendôme was like XD lmao anyway alberoni and vendôme began a sexual affair from there which ended in louis-joseph taking him to spain and from there alberoni settling on Philip Vs court . when Marie Louise Gabrielle of Savoy dies (first wife of Philip V) he asks for a new wife and, the princess of Ursins, wanting to keep her power over Philip V, which she usually had over his wife as they were friends, eh Alberoni suggests to marry Philip V to Isabel. This is a nasty plot from Alberoni bc he already told Isabel that Philip V would easily let her manipulate him (he is malewife) . so eh the princess of Ursins thought that Isabel would be nice to her as Isabel would never be able to marry a king without her as she was a very not-rich princess. And so it happened and Isabel made Philip V push the princess of Ursins out of the carriage (literally, in the middle of nowhere) . Isabel de Farnesio is known for taking back the italian territories that Spain lost during the war of succession (may not be all of them, but they gained a lot, and she also made a lot of her children reign there) . She was practically the king of Spain during her time there until Ferdinand VIs reign. She loved her children a lot and her favourite was Filippo di Parma and Carlos III. She was hated by the spaniards and her step-sons as she also hated them. She liked to go hunting and knitting. She is also the one who gave the next bourbon-anjous the weird face (check out the names Ferdinando I de las dos Sicilias or Carlos III de España o Carlos IV de españa o infante Don Luis de Borbón-Vallabriga) . Is this everything about her ? I am having doubts but I read a big ass book about her this year so IIII could probably remember something about her later . may send you an ask about mariana de austria or felipe iv later ! with your permission and reassurance. maybe even talk about don juan josé. i would talk about don juan josé all my life.

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My comments were based on the naming conventions established in the ASOIAF series and not necessarily on real world dynastic naming conventions. If everyone named Aegon in the Targaryen family tree was Aegon I, Aegon II, Aegon III, etc., etc. then Elia’s Aegon would have probably been Aegon 3728262 and Jon would have been Aegon 3728263. In the book series (and the supplemental canon materials) it is clearly established that numeric designations are only given to regnants.

But just for shit and giggles—because I’m French too (well half, but spent my childhood and adolescence in France and was educated there) but also an actual historian (of the expert in my field variety not the “armchair” version)—let’s discuss your examples...

(Note for the sake of clarity I’m only going to use the Roman numeral designation once and then will use Arabic numbers there after for easier readability. Also, I’ll go ahead and apologize in advance—most historians are swotty assholes and I’m no exception; you were exceptionally polite in your response so any perceived assholery is not intended to be directed toward you. I’m sorry!)

The Bourbons

What you got right: Louis XVI (16) did have two sons and they were named Louis-Joseph and Louis-Charles. You’re also right that Louis-Joseph died in 1789 and also that had he lived and succeeded his father he would have taken the name Louis XVI (17). But he didn’t because he died and his brother Louis-Charles is also known as Louis 17.

What you got wrong: Louis-Charles and Louis 16 did not die the same year and neither of them died in 1792. Louis 16 was executed in 1793 and Louis-Charles died two years and some months later in 1795. Also, while Louis-Charles was never crowned, he was proclaimed the King of France (and Louis 17) by loyal royalists, of which his father’s younger brother the Comte de Provence was one. Provence is maybe better known as Louis XVIII (18).

How does this apply to the Aegons? Well, it’s all a matter of timing and who died and when. Rhaegar (the heir apparent) died first and then Aerys (the King) BUT Aegon (the heir presumptive) was murdered so quickly after Aerys kicked it that there likely wasn’t time for anyone to proclaim him Aegon VI.

Contested claims are often still included in numeric succession order (sometimes contemporaneously, sometimes by historians for the sake of clarity but usually both). Which brings us to...

Napoléon (Dynamite)

What you got right: Well, there was a guy and his name was Napoléon. Also, there was a coup but he didn’t become Emperor immediately after. He did not crown himself (yes, prevailing opinion is that he did crown himself—the Pope you mention was Pius VII (7) and most historians agree that he knew of Napoléon’s plans in advance and did not protest) Emperor and Joséphine Empress until 1805 (although he declared for a French Empire in 1804).

What you got wrong: Technically, Napoléon II (2) was the Emperor of France...for about three weeks. His father declared him his successor but this was ignored with the restoration of the Bourbons (see the Louis saga above). As I’ve already mentioned, contested claims are often included in numeric designations—the new guy doesn’t want to be known by the same name as the old guy nobody wanted although that doesn’t really apply here because of those damn Bourbons and all their Louis.

Miscellaneous

(aka the super duper old folks and one young whipper snapper)

“We never had a Charles I but started directly at Charles II.”

Yeah, yeah you did... And he’s only the most famous Charles of them all, but you probably know him better by his other name: Charlemagne.

“Same with Childéric, we started with Childéric II.”

Childéric I was a Frankish king (see Merovingian dynasty for more information) and the father of Clovis I (the first King of the Franks).

“Pépin, the grand father of Charlemagne, was Pépin III without ever having Pépin I and Pépin II.”

Pépins I and II were both King of Aquitaine. A lot of these numeric designations begin in duchy kingdoms that existed prior to the unification of the Franks (see Clovis I). The numbers did not start over but rolled into the unified succession line. Also, Pépin III was Charlemagne’s father not his grandfather.

“We had two different kings crowned Charles III. One was nicknamed the Fat and the other the Simple.”

This is the closest you get to proving the point about numeric designations being tied to rulers except that Charles the Fat takes his III (3) designation from being the third Holy Roman Emperor of that name. Also, most historians do not consider Charles the Fat to be one of the Kings of France—he ruled over a (very) briefly reunited East Francia and West Francia before it all promptly fell apart. Also, Charlemagne’s empire died with Charles the Fat. Charles the Simple was King of West Francia and Lotharingia and never all of France.

“We also had a king that was called Philippe that was crowned and ruled without having a number because he ruled along with his father and died before him.”

I’m going to assume this is Louis-Philippe (the Citizen King) because otherwise...there’s a whole boat load of French kings named Philippe (aka Philip). Yeah...Louis-Philippe is sometimes referred to as Louis-Philippe I by historians and sometimes not. Usually the I only comes into the picture once there is a II, III, IV and so on and so forth. Queen Elizabeth I wasn’t known as “Elizabeth I” by contemporaries. Other examples include Rudolph, Lothair and Hugh Capet (all French kings) or Anne and Victoria in the UK.

“So really there’s no rule that link being crowned/ruling with the number that ruler has. And calling Jon “Aegon VI” is still erasure of Elia and her children.”

There really kinda is, actually. BUT! I will agree with your last statement and go a step further by reiterating that naming Jon Aegon is stupid in and of itself.

hold on–so sam says that jon is “aegon the sixth” but… rhaegar and elia’s son aegon was/is aegon vi… which should make jon “aegon the seventh”… does that mean that book!aegon doesn’t even exist in the show!verse anymore? i’m pretty sure he’s been mentioned before. are d&d really that thick? i mean i’m really not surprised but damn

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Napoleon In Mexico

The night the flame of France’s first Empire was snuffed by the Duke of Wellington at Waterloo it officially ended the “Napoleonic Era” considered by historians. For the first time since pre-revolutionary France did the Bourbons sleep easy in their comfy beds, did the superior British Empire enjoy their reign as the unchallenged super power of the world. Napoleon watched his empire crumble from the shores of Saint Helena, a British colony in the South Atlantic. A fate worse than death for the French Emperor. Gardening became the main hobby for Bonaparte, passing the time till his inevitable death, somewhat at peace with his current situation. In his time in exile he made peace with the Catholic Church, feeling confident he’d enter God’s heavenly kingdom. His lone wish wasn’t to die on French soil with dignity, but to reunite with his son. Previous attempts at a reunion gone ignored by the occupying British fleet blockading Saint Helena to ensure he wouldn’t escape. The European powers had good reason to be paranoid of Bonaparte escaping. He’d done so after his defeat at the hands of the Russians, exiled to Elba the restored Bourbons wished to have him killed to destroy the threat of him once-and-for-all. But the charismatic Emperor showed himself to the French soldiers, exposing his chest “If there is one of you who would kill his Emperor, here I am” bravely exposing his chest in the type of gusto reminiscent of the demagogues of Ancient Rome. He continued to walk towards the soldiers well within range of their guns. “Soldiers, I am your emperor. Know me! If there is one of you who would kill his Emperor, here I am.” But they didn’t. Overwhelmed with emotion they threw down their rifles and ran towards their legendary leader chanting “Vive l’Empereur!” A man of passion, the flair for the theatrics it was no wonder how Napoleon steamrolled the empty robes on the thrones of decaying Kingdoms. Inspired to join their Emperor the soldiers ripped off their white royalist cockades, reaching out to Bonaparte hoping to touch him. Their eyes filled with tears. Napoleon embraced the hapless officer after he bestow him his sword fearing the worst. To avoid such an a occurrence repeating itself the British took better care of guarding the island. Round-the-clock surveillance made any dream of escape an a illusion. But on one foggy night of November 1, 1815 the time was just right to hatch a last ditch escape. Boarding a boat with his servant Bonaparte left on a flimsy dinghy. Able to use the misty, murky conditions to distance himself from Saint Helena to Sierra Leone. Word got out of his escape the alarm bells sang throughout Europe. Fuming mad King Louis XVIII told his military officers to “Kill the little devil” to mercifully end the saga. Galvanized by the bold gamble his amnesties army many of them formally of Napoleon’s “Grand Armeé” deserted to rejoin their Emperor. Jovial at the sight of him. But when Bonaparte set foot on the transport a wave overtook him. A sudden shift in motivation, perspective given to his life he never before considered. “Where to, my Lord?” The Captain asks. A thousand-yard stare told the crew he did not know. But soon he answered. “To North America.” Grateful for the gesture, he wished to seek refuge in the confines of his ally: the Americans. Bewildered, the Captain complied. “Anything for my Emperor.” Nature was on his side. The South Atlantic Ocean came under siege by an endless storm. Soldiers fell ill, some fell overboard and weren’t able to be saved. The journey North was treacherous. Eventually Napoleon, suffering from a server case of seasickness, ordering an immediate landing on the nearest location. Luckily land was within sight... but it wasn’t New York, D.C or even Virginia. Spanish-held Florida, Seminole territory. Immediately the fifty-seven French soldiers came in contact with the Seminole and Miccosukee tribe, and the Seminole leader Osceola, the French and Bonaparte were brought to him as prisoners. Osceola knew who the well dressed man was. Posters of his pasty white face were pinned all around the U.S territory of which he visited often. He also knew the prize for Bonaparte’s capture was to be pretty hefty. But the Emperor exercised his silver tongue. “You think they will pay you in gold and silver for my body. But they’ll kill you and your kin just to get it back.” Bonaparte didn’t have an ounce of aggression in his tone. Speaking more as a guardian to these people who’ve seen their land taken, their families destroyed by the U.S expansion. Osceola conferred with his fellow tribesmen deciding to let Bonaparte live and not to turn him in if he assisted them in the fight against the American (and maybe the Spanish). Though he entertained the idea of retirement, he agreed to the proposition in a split-second. He was unshackled and given the military role as General as his days in France. Except instead of an experienced fighting force well armed, he inherited untrained men using outdated technology limited to bows and arrows. To add to that the Seminoles fighting force was slightly under 100, the army utilized freed slaves from Georgia and North Carolina amounting to 150. “Pathétique.” For the first time since Tecumseh the Natives took charge. Under the leadership of Bonaparte the Natives and Freedmen, along with some French soldiers ransacked two armories in Atlanta in the dead of night. Stealing 85 rifles, 17 artillery pieces, along the way twelve slaves who ran away from their masters attached themselves to the convo. Napoleon initially wanted to ditch the stowaways but the Natives convinced him it wouldn’t look too good. Luckily the runaways were already a good distance from the plantation. Marching back to “Fort Negro” located in Tallahassee, fortification improved mightily under Bonaparte’s leadership. In a year’s time the Seminoles, interconnected tribes and Freedmen were a vital fighting force strong enough to defend themselves. More than just a band of ragtag soldiers wishing to stay free. The U.S despatched a small band of one-hundred men to attack the fort, with the assistance of the Creeks. Napoleon managed not only to repeal the invaders but to kill their esteemed general, hero of the Battle of New Orleans in the War of 1812 Andrew Jackson. The U.S/Creek tribe carrying his mangled corpse back to the boarder. In a monumental upset after a year of preparing Bonaparte delivered his end of the bargain. He was free to retire, now with the trust of the tribe and Freedmen. But the fire was already reignited. Emperor Bonaparte was back. His sights set for Mexico currently elbow deep in blood in revolution against the Spanish crown. Napoleon saw the aging monarch’s unstableness, the revolutionaries sent envoys to Florida to ask for his assistance. Bonaparte would only agree if the main general Vicente Guerrero agreed to the following conditions: 1. To let his empire absorb free Mexico 2. Full command of the army and navy 3. Assistance in smuggling French soldiers to North America Guerrero agreed. Though he had his reservations. Both him and Osceola. The Seminoles did not want war with anybody but those infringing on their land. Bonaparte strong armed the leadership of the tribe to his wishes, executing a power play and telling them they’d be dead without him. Osceola allowed him to take 1,000 regulars to Mexico. The Freedmen were not so reluctant. The individual leaders of the faction were enamored with Bonaparte. Under the impression he’ll lead an expedition to free more slaves and reunite estranged mothers and fathers with their kids (though he never did). Bonaparte’s new Grand Amreé grew to 65,000 “irregulars” and regulars. Commanding the diverse army of French, Native, Black and poor whites towards Mexico City. Utilizing gorilla warfare that undid Bonaparte in the “Peninsula War” against Spain years earlier. By 1819 the Spanish stranglehold on Mexico and North America loosened, the “Insurgents” overtook the capital, crippling the Spanish Empire, surrendering an unconditional peace. Formally New Spain became part of Napoleon’s new empire ruled by his brother Joseph (previously the King of Spain and Bavaria) installed to the throne by popular demand of the citizens of Mexico. By 1820 Napoleon’s new empire stretched from Florida to Costa Rica. Absorbing the California and Nuevo territories - the United States became furious at Bonaparte’s ambitions to reclaim land originally sold to them in the “Louisiana Purchase.” Aging, and suffering from early stages of stomach cancer, Bonaparte knew his time on this earth was short and wished to have his son by his side before death and to be his successor. An envoy of Mexican-Franco personal sailed to Austria to pick up the heir to the throne. After some reluctance to leave the prestigious land for an area he considered beneath him, word got around of his dad’s declining health and swayed Napoleon II to sail away. Life in the “New Napoleonic Empire” mirrored both the flaws and strengths of the United States. Divided heavily by class the poorest citizens were the Natives and Freedmen, some even subjected to cheap labor (slave labor in some territories where it was legal) Napoleon didn’t govern with the same zeal like his days in France. Too frail to instill the core principles of the “Napoleonic Code,” the laissez-faire governing style of Joseph Bonaparte planted the seed of class warfare eventually undoing the once prominent newly minted empire. Native Americans and American Blacks migrate to Mexico, Joseph did not listen to his brother’s pleas to escort them out. But Napoleon Bonaparte himself focused his efforts on conquering the United States Who after the debacle at Fort Negro revamped their military under the leadership of James Monroe, strengthening the navy and installing Winfield Scott’s “Anaconda Plan” designed to choke out potential trade with allied nations to Bonaparte. Infuriated by this Napoleon declared war on the United States. Though ailing, Bonaparte inspired commanders of the original Grand Armée to desert the crown, Jean-Baptiste and Jean de Dieu Soult were given titles upon their arrivals. The New Grand Armée slaughtered invading U.S forces, William Henry Harrison killed at the Siege attempt of Texas. Louis-Bonaparte (Younger brother of Napoleon) led a discrete war effort to push out the Sioux tribe in North & South Dakota, absorbing those and the Minnesota, Iowa territories by 1824. But the machine of Napoleon suffered a stutter, on Christmas Day 1820 Napoléon II died at the hands of the British navy sinking the Franco-Mexican ship. The elder Bonaparte succumbed to a nervous breakdown upon the news, dying via heart attack at the age of fifty-one. Vicente Guerrero, a adversary to Joesph’s reign implored his people to “act in the spirit of Napoleon” by overthrowing the oppressive yoke of his “drunkard” brother. Louis-Bonaparte continued his advancement north unaware of the Emperor’s death as the First Mexican Empire fell into Civil War that’ll last ten-years. The envoys Joseph tried to sent to recall Louis back to Mexico City mysteriously disappeared and the calls for help from the Seminole tribes fell on deaf ears. Irate at the turn of events Joseph murdered his public standing with the Natives ordering the hostile takeover of the “Napoleonic Confederacy” in formally the Florida territory, overthrowing Osceola, exiling him to the sea, organizing the “Fight or Serve” policy meaning the tribes inside the Napoleonic Empire can either willfully sign-up for military service or be subjected to slavery. Before the Seminoles could reply Joseph wanted to prove he would not hesitate pulling the trigger if they did not comply by massacring seventy-six Natives in Tallahassee, the capital of the Confederacy. This left the door open for Guerrero to appeal to the Seminoles lust for revenge, by 1823 most of the tribes in Napoleonic territories sided with Guerrero’s rebellion. Meanwhile, Jean-Baptiste and Jean de Dieu Soult duel with Winfield Scott in the Southern states of the U.S, attempting to divide and conquer among slave owners wishing to freely transport their slaves among non-slave territories. When Scott proved to have the upper hand in the Atlanta Theatre, the two French commanders burned the state of Georgia to the ground. Despite this, 18,000 Georgians were swayed to join the Franco cause. On March 6, 1826 Jean-Baptiste and Jean de Dieu marched on Mexico City completing the demise of Joseph Bonaparte. Capturing and executing him. Installing a “Democratic” system with two Consuls in the style of the Roman Republic. Economic reforms for the poor cooled the violent flames in the bellies of the poorest citizens. The legislation was labeled “Reforma Económica” by its citizens. This did not deter Guerrero, only it emboldened and further endeared him to his fellow Mexicans. As instability ravages North America, the fledgling Spanish Empire seeks to reconquer the land with the help of the United States. While some Southern states were seduced by the idea of secession, Virginia, Kentucky and Atlanta remained in the Union casting their lot to fight against the “Franco-Secessionist” alliance. The Native Americans are run out of Florida, escaping to Costa Rica. President John Quincy Adams, an opponent towards U.S expansion allies the Sioux in a show of “Friendship” between them and the States in their fight against imperialist Franco-Mexican powers. The three-way scramble for Mexico melt its resources, ruin its infrastructure, further destabilizing the poorer classes. Disgusted by the reformation of Mexico since Bonaparte’s demise Louis-Napoleon crowns himself King of Franco-español Gratuito, made up of mostly Spanish royalist to Bonaparte and Freedmen, opening up another wound to gush endless blood in the disastrous war for Mexico. Untold amount of lives have been spent to preserve or fight against the tyrannical rule of empire. Borderlines have been redrawn, U.S expansion West has been successfully halted. Native tribes continue to live on but are engulfed in war between each other, fighting not only the French and Americans, but some managed to get into conflict with Mexico and Royalist Spain. By 1833 President Henry Clay inherits a nation in deep need to end this war destroying their economy, ravaging their citizen population. From over 10,000,000 in 1820, over 2 million of them slaves, fell below 9,000,000. The “War of Spanish Reconquest; North American Theatre” heavily draining the United States treasury, the Spanish are faring no better. As the war wages neither party is gaining the upper-hand. The royal powers of Europe contemplate throwing their lot into the war to reclaim their former colonies.

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Microsoft vs google wars : Napoleon style

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Microsoft vs google wars : Napoleon style

For a huge employer like Google

The hierarchy inside the corporation is quite small. Google organises personnel in groups of 3 to five humans. Every team is self-directed, while the middle managers provide the desired resources to assist improvement within the groups. As a result, Google has traditional a powerful self-directed decentralised approach towards product development. The effect of such an association is that there is no keystone worker or manager within the corporation. It is almost as though the employer may want to run on its own although it has been divided into several smaller pieces. Forbes magazine defined the phenomena this way: “Innovation will flourish for as long as the masses are walking Google. While control forcefully steps in, the pace of exchange will sluggish.” Microsoft, however, has a widely recognised bureaucratic problem. There are over 12 layers of centre managers among executives and the developers. As a result, the agency takes the path that its pinnacle managers set for it. Rather than permitting innovation to originate from builders, it flows from pinnacle stage managers to code-monkeys at the lowest base. This is pretty standard in other corporations as nicely. The herbal tendency of a pinnacle supervisor in any business enterprise is to want to control the organisation, to coordinate its each motion. However, that ends up tying the body to the beyond and to the sluggish transferring armies in history. It takes electricity of person to permit for a margin of chaos and uncertainty to Let move A bit-however through decentralising command and segmenting it into groups; enterprise managers advantage in mobility what they lose in entire manipulate. A crucial step in creating a green chain of command is assembling a professional group that shares the same desires and values; once That is achieved, the pinnacle managers at Microsoft can contentedly permit the groups to think and direct on their very own. As Joel Spolsky places it, “The purpose of any Business owner have to be to break his/her activity into practical pieces that may be replicated time and again.”

“The objective of any business proprietor need to be to interrupt his/her job into useful pieces that can be replicated again and again.” – Joel Spolsky

Google Achilles:

“4 adverse newspapers are greater to be feared than a thousand bayonets” – Napoleon

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Napoleon demanded unheard of loyalty from his men. While in 1815, Napoleon escaped from Elba and again to the mainland, King Louis XVIII sent the Fifth Regiment, led by using Marshal Michel Ney who had previously served below Napoleon in Russia, to combat him at Grenoble. Napoleon approached the regiment alone, dismounted his horse and, while he turned into within earshot of Ney’s forces, shouted “infantrymen of the Fifth, you apprehend me. If any guy might shoot his emperor, he may achieve this now”. Following a brief silence, the soldiers shouted “Vive L’Empereur!” and marched with Napoleon to Paris. The electricity of his image echoed Inside the hearts and minds of, each, his allies and enemies. He described this himself as “I’ve destroyed the enemy simply by marches.” Something an organisation’s energy is probably, it’s far without a doubt an ability weakness, really due to the fact the company is based on it: neutralise it and the company is inclined. An organisation’s venture is to place its competitor when it can not use its benefit. Google’s advantage is its brand.

“Public opinion is the thermometer a monarch must continuously seek advice from” – Napoleon

The Wall Street judges Google’s well worth regarding its shares fee in the inventory market. As of July 29, Google is buying and selling at $388.12 in keeping with proportion, the best bid/share I’ve ever heard. But, Google’s out of the charts performance in the inventory market is a weakness in disguise. Wall Avenue is not pleased with Google’s secretive style of management so that the investor loyalty can be swayed enough without problems. Google will lose its excellent command of the NASDAQ as soon as conditions stop favouring them. Google might have a sturdy user base. However, its investor loyalty is at dismay. Without Wall Street’s backing, Google will lose its proportion no longer most effective within the inventory market, but inside the public relations department as well. Google feeds off its logo, so any successful assault on its photo will cripple the organisation even when it keeps to generate cash.

Google depends on its hype. However, hype does now not stick around all the time.

What Can Microsoft Do

“To surprising instances, we must apply top notch remedies” – Napoleon

Google is a success now not only for its technological innovation but also for the command shape that makes this change possible and. As a result, to ultimately attack Google’s technology is a mistake considering that Google will continually manage to innovate with quick decisiveness because it has in the past. Google’s Achilles heel is its AdWords gadget; its money system. Without it, Google can neither grow nor innovate.

The general rule for defeating any massive army is to launch the attack on as slender a the front as feasible. Whereas a defender must defend all their borders, an attacker has the advantage of being capable of concentrating their forces at one place. By way of liberating, what appears to be a product every week, Google has stretched too thin. Apart from seeking and e-mail, Google merchandise are basically at the mercy of every other competitor, say Microsoft.

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Microsoft, with its MSN search, can not possibly defeat Google in the search business, it is Google’s core commercial enterprise, and the employer will shield it However feasible. Solar Tzu stated this in the Artwork of War as “Put your enemies in a spot in which they have no area to head, and they may die before fleeting. If they’re to die then, what can they not do? Warriors exert their complete power. While soldiers are in first-rate threat; then they have no fear. When there may be nowhere to move, they’re firm, While they are genuinely concerned, they keep on with it. If they have no desire, they may fight to loss of life.”

“Placed your enemies in a niche where they have no area to go, and they may die earlier than fleeting. If they may be to die then, what can they now not do? Warriors exert their full power. When warriors are in remarkable hazard, then they have no worry. When there’s nowhere to move, they’re a company, While they’re genuinely concerned, they stick with it. If they have no desire, they may fight to dying” – The Art of Warfare

Microsoft should undertake a partial non-aggressive method. As opposed to publicly and pragmatically target Google’s major enterprise, it needs to, with surgical precision, covertly attack products Google does not pay a good deal attention to. Google’s policy to allow beta products come to be widely general organically is a weak point waiting to be exploited.

There are numerous non-conferential strategies Microsoft can adhere to:

1. The giant can enter markets that Google could benefit by no means address; Microsoft’s achievement within the gaming and track industry strengthens this factor. Moreover, Microsoft can permit its allies (i.E. Yahoo!, AOL, eBay, etc.a clever) confront Google in markets Microsoft would not want to.

2. Google, with its recent release of Open Source assignment web hosting, has subtly added on a talented lifestyle of builders who already dislike Microsoft. This form of passive strategy is what Google is first-class at. CEO Eric Schmidt as soon as said that a enterprise’s success lies in its programmers. Microsoft can lease greater gifted engineers. If there are similarly shrewd college students competing for the pinnacle function, all they must do is examine five minutes extra than the alternative would. Taking that one more step in hiring personnel will have a significant effect on the corporation’s business.

three. Be more reserved. An attack stored silent has a better risk at succeeding than one this is truely perceived and understood Through the enemy. As Niccolo Machiavelli puts it “No business enterprise is much more likely to succeed than one concealed from the enemy until it’s far ripe for execution.”

“No agency is more likely to prevail than one hid from the enemy until it is ripe for execution.” – Machiavelli

4. Decentralize product releases. Rather than passing product selections through a layer of 11 managers, let the product innovation come from the engineers responsible for designing them. A miles extra effective road that Microsoft can take is to provide seed capital for other startups liberating products aggressive to Google.

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This has numerous blessings. Startups are extra focused and stimulated. Microsoft wouldn’t should burn up extra sources into startups because they also can depend upon other VC’s. due to the fact that startups can assume and manage themselves, this can decentralize innovation and additionally rid Microsoft off its 11 layers of management.

5. As stated previously, Google’s essential organ is its advert shipping mechanism. If Microsoft efficiently releases a higher system for turning in commercials, it will decisively seize Google’s hold on ad publishers. Because of Microsoft’s large hotmail consumer base, the organization has an super opportunity at handing over extra targeted classified ads.