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*RP deals with very mature subject matters, and may make some readers uncomfortable with the language / events taking place. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.
The War of the Two Empresses
A Panessos Production
Act I, Chapter I
Three Weeks Ago
Tonight was another one of those nights. Restless, the Emperor of Ghant resolved to wander about the Imperial Palace, as he often did when sleep eluded him. The entire palace was available to him, and tonight, like so many nights before, he wandered throughout the many rooms and hallways of the Palace. Built by Emperor Nathan I the Magnificent in 1815, it was perhaps the most magnificent royal palace the world had ever seen, and rightfully so- it had taken 13 years to complete.
At about 1 AM, the Emperor went to his favorite part of the palace- the throne room. He entered from the side hallway that leads to the royal chambers, and strolled in ever so quietly, as he was inclined to do. He greeted the guards as he walked in, knowing the names of each. he took a moment to look around- the floor and walls were made of marble, inlaid with gold and silver. Tapestries and braziers lined the walls, and the ceiling was high, with ornate chandeliers dangling every few meters. Despite the many fineries that the throne room possessed, it was relatively dim lit and hollow, apart from the many large columns that lined the floor. In between these columns was a black and white carpet, which led from the main entrance up to the throne itself, the Obsidian Throne. Robert I, the first king of Ghant, had the throne forged in the deepest forge of Ashengard itself, in the fires of Mt. Ashen in 913 AF. It remained the symbol of imperial power in Ghant, and had quite an intimidating appearance.
The throne room had always had an ancient and majestic feel to it, and despite many pleas from the people and politicians to update it to contemporary standards, the Emperor preferred it the way it was. The Emperor casually walked in between the columns, and stood on the carpet. He turned left, and walked the length of the room up to the throne. Without so much as a thought, he walked up the steps, and sat down softly in the throne, and let out a laborious sigh. He began to dose off, lost among his many thoughts, and without a sense of time, until...
He heard the main doors to the throne room creek open. The royal herald ran down the length of the carpet, and bowed before the Emperor. "Your majesty, I come with urgent news".
"And what might that be, Simeon?"
"Your Majesty, Prince Fendulias of Gaemar requests your audience at once."
"What time is it?"
"1:45 AM, your Majesty".
"This better be good. Bring him in. And stop already with the "your Majesty" routine. Please, call me Nathan."
"Understood, your...Nathan". With that, the Herald ran back to the main entrance, to usher in the Prince of Gaemar. Gaemar was the great eastern province of Ghant, a muddy land of old towns, castles, and wounded pride.
That is a start, Nathan thought to himself. I have never liked Fendulias, but I cannot disrespect him by denying urgent business. Fendulias was of House Gaemish, the Lords Paramount of Gaemar. The Gaemarians were known for treachery, deceit and ruthlessness. Ghant had conquered them long ago, but the wounds were still fresh, as they usually stay in Ghant. "The ice preserves", an old saying that his grandfather the former Emperor Albert always said.
Suddenly, the double doors were flung open, and in strode Fendulias, with 50 of his knights walking in formation and two hooded figures between them. Fendulias was in his late 40's, with shoulder length grey hair, a remnant of Regalian influence in Ghant, which remained the strongest in Gaemar. The party approached the throne, and at the base of the steps, they all bowed, except for the hooded figures, who stood as still as statues.
"What is all this?" Asked Nathan, "this is ridiculous."
"So it might seem at first, your majesty" replied Fendulias, "but I come bearing gifts that you should find quite pleasing".
"And what gifts might you be referring to?"
"Your majesty, may I present to you the Gillenorian Prisoner, and her esteemed colleague."
"The what? The Prime Minister was told by you that she was in Remodia awaiting extraction by Gillenor. And a colleague? Is this some kind of a farce? I am in no mood for games, Fendulias."
"Aye. That was the story, yes, but the Gillenorians refused to tell who she was. While we were waiting, a woman came to us. This woman told us the identity of the prisoner, and she demanded your audience. Her explanation to us as to why she wanted to meet with you seemed like an offer that you couldn't refuse. Once we found out who the prisoner was, and what the objective of the other was, we boarded ship and set sail for Ghish at once." Fendulias grinned from ear to ear after having said that.
Nathan snorted, and replied "We shall see about that. You better have a damn good reason to bring to my court a convicted terrorist who is wanted dead or alive by Gillenor. And I cannot imagine her 'esteemed colleague' is held in much higher regard either". He then turned his gaze to the two hooded figures. "I will know at once who you are, and what this "offer" is that you want to make."
Fendulias replied to that with a loud and boastful, "Your majesty, may I present to you Princess Laoni and Princess Sepuki of House Yousloff, sisters to Empress Tsuni Yousloff, the first of her name, Empress of Gillenor". With that, the princesses let down their hoods. One was beautiful, with long pink hair, porcelain skin, and haunting violet eyes that pierced him on the very first gaze. The other was tough looking- with mangled pink hair, tattoos on her neck, and a lean hard figure. Nathan found the first one much more attractive, and assumed that the second one was the prisoner.
The beautiful one spoke. "It is a pleasure to meet you, your majesty. I am Princess Laoni of Gillenor, and this is my sister, Princess Sepuki. We have heard many things about you during our journey here."
"I am sure", replied Nathan, unimpressed. "Everyone besides the princesses can leave. I will speak to them alone". Fendulias bowed again, and then turned around and walked back out the double doors, with his men in tow. As soon as the room was empty again, He asked, "Tell me, how does a Princess of Gillenor turn into a wanted terrorist, and her sister come with her to our fair and distant land?"
Calmly, Laoni replied, "My sister is somewhat 'rough around the edges'. She has certain aspirations, and has not been discreet in her actions. Like my sister, I have political ambitions that threaten the Gillenorian political establishment. They are afraid of me and my sister and what our plans consist of. They thought that the best thing to do was to convict her of treason and ship her off to Block 400. In order to avoid that fate, I merely disappeared, and was assumed dead by many. I was merely biding my time. When I heard that my sister had escaped the Block and was captured by Ghantmen, I decided that the time to initiate my ambitions was nigh upon us. I randevoued with the Gaemarian party in Remodia and demanded an audience with you."
"And what exactly are your ambitions?"
"To become Empress of Gillenor, and reconstitute the old Regalian State, by any means necessary."
The Emperor laughed in her face. "That is the funniest thing I have heard all day, thank you for that. There is no way that such a feat can be possible".
Laoni was unphased. "sure there is."
"And what might that be?"
"To become your Empress, and use both your claim to Regalia and the resources at your disposal to claim the throne and unite the nations of Austra Regalia. This would bring about a radical shift in global power, and between our two Empires and any other Nations that join our cause, we would essentially rule the world. Between my proximity to the current Gillenorian throne and your ancestral claims, we can succeed in justifying our claim. And with the fierce warriors of Ghant, and the connections that I have in Austra Regalia, we can make quick work of this plan of ours".
Nathan was taken aback by this scheme. "The Regalian people would never suffer a Ghantman and an Usurper as their Rulers".
"I beg to differ. Your Great Grandfather, Emperor Michael, was the son of Princess Olda of Gyreveich, who was King Leto XV's niece. And, lets not forget that you are one of the primary descendants of Orta of Ghant, who as the daughter of the last Regalian king of Ghant, should have inherited Regalia when the Magnusson Dynasty went extinct. You possess a strong blood proximity to Leto the Great, and between your blood and my Regalian nature, we can produce a child for Regalia that the Sunshard Priests would hail as their God-given heir!"
"Perhaps. I am on good terms with your sister Tsuni. I even spent the longest time asking for her hand in marriage, in order to better bind our noble lands. Why should I disrespect her by marrying you instead, and give up on my pursuit of her?"
"My sister is lacking in ambition and sense. She does not see the big picture, nor does she possess the qualities that a ruler needs. She is weak willed, soft spoken, and above all else she is apathetic. She will never marry you, because she prefers the company of women- hence why she rejected you for the Kravian princess, and heir to Kravia. She will never annul or divorce that union for you. However, I can produce an heir of royal blood, and no blood is more royal than yours."
"Aye, that still sticks in my craw, to think that I was rejected for a Kravian princess. What a slap in the face. The Kravians are scoundrels, and they are no match for what I can offer as a consort".
"Indeed, but she is not smart enough to realize that. I have always been more intelligent, more ambitious, and more sensible. Hence why I am here- I recognize what you have to offer."
"Let's say we marry. How do you propose we advance this plan of yours".
"We present my plan before the Storting and the Laandstrat, and see what support we can win. I am confident that we can secure enough support to launch a covert attack upon Gillenor, which would be plunged into insurrection by my allies and constituents. While the Gillenorian government will be preoccupied by the many riots and protests that will be taking place, we shall slip into Osserheim with whatever forces are available to us. We will take the city by force before they know we are there, and we will subsequently capture or kill my sister, and I will acquire the throne of Gillenor. Once I am crowned Empress of Gillenor, we will advance upon San Carpello, Clockenstein and then Gyreveich, and unite these nations as the Empire of Austra Regalia, with Oceanus as its capitol city, as it was during the days of the Kingdom of Regalia. Once these lands are mostly subdued, we can address adding Jornithorp, Teneus and Valenburg to the Empire, although Teneus might need to be saved for last."
"This is madness. What would I gain from agreeing to this plan?"
"Everything. I know you often think about your legacy as Emperor. You are 25 now, and as you grow older, you think more and more about how you will be remembered, how you will be judged by the annals of history. If you ever want to be mentioned in the same sentence as Robert the Founder, Edward the Restorer, Samuel the Great or Nathan the Magnificent, now is your chance. The greatest Empire that Ghant could ever hope to be a part of is right here. All you have to do is reach out and take it."
"I see. And what of this sister of yours?"
"I think Laoni has made you a pretty good deal," said Sepuki, with a smile. "I am sure I can find some way to make myself useful, especially for such a noble cause. I quite enjoy being in the thick of things, and I plan on demonstrating leal service when I can. I am ready to do something great, are you?"
She is right, he thought. This is my opportunity to do something great, and not waste away here in Ghant, to fade away and be forgotten. He had ruled Ghant for 16 years since the tender age of 9, but had not done much to distinguish himself. He was hesitant to accept her offer, because he had feelings for another- Sophia, the daughter of Malibar, Lord Paramount of Dakmoor. Tall, pretty and with black hair and blue eyes, she was the envy of Ghant, and 25 years old as well. She and the Emperor were friends since childhood, and had even dated on and off, and would make a fine Empress, he thought. Malibar will not be pleased, but I see little in the way of a choice. This is my chance. "Done. Lets initiate marriage preparations."
"Excellent", she replied, with a wide, toothy grin.