046: A Country of Little Consequence
There exists a kingdom, it's far away you've likely not heard of it, named Rubble. It was forgotten a long time ago, and unanimously agreed upon to be a place not worth mentioning in any history textbooks, on any maps, or on any satellite images. There was never any revising of texts to include this kingdom, for it was agreed to be a nonsense topic.
Rubble had been a synthesis of several kingdoms. Each ruled by families obsessed with power, acquisition of land, and architecture. However, were not concerned with becoming learned in architecture, they merely wanted castles more impressive than their rivals'. So the castles designed were foolhardy things. They hardly ever stayed standing for long, but that hardly mattered, as each family would already be building the next.
What resulted was a sort of stone, crumbling wave of decrepit, abandoned palaces, which spread from the epicenter of the three capitals until they consumed the entirety of the land. With no agriculture, industry, or usable land of any kind the kingdom collapsed. Later, after centuries, all that is left is the name. Rubble, something left when all has crumbled to useless chunks of rock.