I Reincarnated as a Prince Who Revolutionized the Kingdom Chapter 89 Christmas is Coming

December 1, 1695 – The Royal Palace of Elysea

Winter had fully set in, and the streets of the capital were dusted with snow. The chill in the air didn't stop the city from preparing for the grandest Christmas celebration in Elysea's history. Festive decorations lined the streets, markets bustled with activity, and workers hurriedly assembled a grand stage in the city square.

Inside the Royal Palace, King Bruno sat in the council chamber, surrounded by his ministers and advisors. He had summoned them to discuss his latest directive—one that would shape the way Christmas was celebrated in the kingdom for years to co.

"I have made my decision," Bruno announced, glancing at the officials seated around the long wooden table. "This year, we will introduce mandatory Christmas bonuses for all workers, funded by their employers."

The ministers exchanged glances, so nodding in approval, while others looked hesitant.

Chief of Staff, Antoine leaned forward. "Your Majesty, while I understand the sentint behind this, do you believe the rchants and factory owners will comply willingly?"

"They will," Bruno said firmly. "Because we will make it a royal decree. Every employer—whether they own a factory, a shop, or an agricultural estate—must give their workers a Christmas bonus equal to one week's wages. This will improve morale, increase spending, and ensure that everyone benefits from the kingdom's growing prosperity."

Finance Minister Moreau adjusted his spectacles. "This will put a strain on so businesses, especially smaller ones."

Bruno anticipated this argunt. "Then we will provide tax deductions for those who comply. Any business that follows the mandate will receive reductions in their yearly tax obligations. That way, it becos a win-win."

Several ministers nodded at the clever compromise.

"What about enforcent?" asked Labor Minister Gauntier. "So employers may try to find ways to avoid it."

Bruno tapped his fingers on the table. "The local magistrates and tax collectors will oversee compliance. Workers will be encouraged to report violations, and those who refuse to comply without valid reason will face penalties, including fines or temporary business closures."

Defense Minister Beaulieu chuckled. "I imagine so nobles won't be happy about this."

Bruno smirked. "They never are. But they will follow the law."

The ministers exchanged glances once more before nodding. The decree was sound, and with the growing power of the Elysean economy, it was a logical next step.

December 5, 1695 – Elysea's Christmas Decrees

By the end of the week, town criers across the kingdom announced King Bruno's new policies:

Mandatory Christmas Bonuses – All employers must provide their workers with a bonus equal to one week's wages, with tax deductions for compliance.

Public Christmas Feasts – Every city and town would host a free Christmas feast, partially funded by the monarchy.

Gift Distribution for the Poor – The kingdom's wealthiest families were required to contribute to a fund that would provide food, clothes, and gifts to the less fortunate.

Official Christmas Market Regulations – Special tax exemptions were given to rchants selling goods at Christmas markets to encourage trade and affordability.

The kingdom buzzed with excitent. The common folk were overjoyed at the news, celebrating their king's generosity, while the rchants, though grumbling at first, quickly saw the benefits of increased trade.

December 10, 1695. At the palace courtyard.

Bruno and Queen Amélie stood on the balcony of the palace, looking down at the preparations in the courtyard below. Workers were setting up long wooden tables where hundreds of people would soon gather for the grand Christmas feast.

Amélie smiled as she watched the scene. "You've made this Christmas sothing truly special for the people."

Bruno crossed his arms. "They've worked hard to build this kingdom. It's only right they share in its success."

She turned to him. "And yet, your mind is still elsewhere."

Bruno sighed. She wasn't wrong. Even with all the celebrations, his thoughts often drifted back to Africa. The expansion was going well, but he knew Germania, Orosk, and Iberia were watching.

"I can't afford to be careless," he admitted. "Our enemies won't wait for Christmas to pass before making their next move."

Amélie took his hand. "That may be true, but for now, enjoy what you've built. The people look up to you, and they deserve to see their king celebrating with them."

Bruno exhaled and nodded. "You're right. Tomorrow, I'll put aside my worries."

December 15, 1695.

The city square of Elysea was unrecognizable from just a few weeks ago. It had transford into a vibrant Christmas market, with dozens of stalls selling everything from roasted nuts to handwoven blankets. The air was filled with the scent of freshly baked bread, spiced cider, and roasted ats.

Bruno, dressed in a regal winter coat, walked through the marketplace with Amélie and his advisors. The people bowed as he passed, offering smiles and cheers.

A group of children ran past, laughing, their hands full of sweets distributed by rchants following the king's decree. Nearby, a baker proudly displayed a loaf of bread stamped with the royal crest, a symbol of the holiday spirit encouraged by the monarchy.

"It's a sight to behold," Finance Minister Léon comnted. "This market alone will boost our economy for months."

Bruno smirked. "And the people get to enjoy themselves in the process."

As they continued walking, an old woman approached and curtsied. "Your Majesty," she said, her voice filled with emotion. "I've lived many years, but I've never seen a Christmas like this. Thank you."

Bruno nodded. "Enjoy the holiday. And eat well."

December 24.

The grand hall of the palace was filled with laughter and music. Nobles, rchants, and commoners alike gathered for the grand Christmas Eve feast. Massive tables overflowed with food—roast boar, spiced wines, pastries, and exotic fruits from Africa.

At the head of the hall, Bruno raised a glass. "To Elysea," he declared. "May we continue to grow stronger together."

The hall erupted in cheers, and the celebration continued late into the night.

For once, Bruno allowed himself to relax.

Tomorrow would bring new challenges.

But for tonight, it was Christmas.