Vyosubnyakayv Tzarskaya Gosudari, Palace of the Imperial Sovereigns
Vstrechakomnata, Meeting Room
Gholruka, Gholgothic Aldarminia
Lara observed King Ironwing as she waited for a response to her presentation. The was named king, though that title meant something different to the Skyans then it did to the Ghantish. He is a man who is king not because of blood but by deeds. Some among her people would scoff at such a notion, though not Lara. She knew that Ironwing was competent, unlike so many other men that called themselves king. And it is his competency that makes him dangerous…
"Emissary,” Ironwing called out. “Not only does the Skybound Republic not have any problems what-so-ever with a Golden Throne base in Ghant - but we'd propose to double-down on that sentiment." Then he stood up and added, “the Skybound Republic of Havensky would see a Southern Wall…with a Golden Throne base at anchoring the southern tip, up through Ghant, up through Jagada, with the Citadel at the center, and anchored up north by the Godsend Knights of Dephire! If the Gothic Lords can't guarantee our security we will create a zone of control that will ensure the security and liberty of all of our citizenry!"
Yes, that’s the spirit. Lara cracked a smirk in spite of herself, flashing the giddiness of a girl half her age. The room fell into silence after Ironwing spoke, but not the sort of awkward silence that Lara had witnessed before. For her it was a silence of triumph, a subtle victory that she could taste upon the air like a lizard. Uncle Henoor will be most pleased. Perhaps Lara just secured the future security of Gholghant with one single stroke of diplomatic genius…
It was then that the Aldarminian called Venkhzmr turned and spoke to Ironwing. “Your Majesty, if I am not mistaken, sir, this defensive line, or this ‘Southern Wall’ as you call it,” he gestured to the smartpads where a map had been drawn up, “although it appears to do just fine as far as projecting forces against slavers, it appears better suited to defending against Kraven Reich aggression. I think…
“Aye,” Dalikharl cut his countryman off, “and this certainly benefits all of Gholgoth. I am sure we can all agree that, even considering the recent events regarding Scandinvan hostility, that the Kraven Reich is the greatest source of instability and conflict in the region.”
That’s quite the understatement. Yet Venkhzmr seemed to miss the advantage that the Southern Wall offered in terms of defense from the east. “If I may point out,” Lara said gently, “This Southern Wall would prove an able defense from the east as well. We control the straits, and no slaver vessel can pass us without us noticing. With the strength of our northern neighbors to bear, we can prevent the movement of slavers. This is why it’s a wall in the truest sense of the term.”
Dalikharl turned and whispered into Venkhzmr’s ear, while the latter was grinning at Lara. Then Venkhzmr said, “Ladies and gentleman, pardon me, but I am no longer needed here, and I have a great many duties to fulfill. It was a pleasure to meet you all.” Venkhzmr saluted Dalikharl with a chest pump, and as he left the room he bowed to everyone. He continued to grin at Lara in addition to that, while Lara for her part sat still and quiet, merely staring blankly at the man as he made the rounds towards the exit.
After he was gone, Dalikharl continued the deliberations in earnest. “Well, in regards to the situation in Shen Almaru, I think it is wise that Ghantish forces join Aldarminian and Skyan in the peace-keeping operation, and if the Scandinvans do not leave willingly, all help will be needed in removing them. Mr. Stoyen, I understand that your superiors will be hesitant about this coalition’s intentions, especially considering the possibility that the Valgardian leaders of the occupation will force a war for the liberation of the islands. I believe your superiors’ concerns can be alleviated if they are given a timeline. I cannot guarantee when the Scandinvans will leave, but after they do, let’s say that the referendum takes place six months after the last one of their soldiers leaves Shen Almaru. Unlike them, though, this coalition will not over-stay its welcome.”
That is wise of you. Dalikharl seemed to be heeding Lara’s terms like a horse eating oats offered to it by hand. For now, anyway. She assumed that he would be a bit more difficult when it came to the question of land, as like any Lord of Gholgoth, Dalikharl was greedy for territorial acquisitions…something that the Ghantish didn’t like or trust, not even among their own kind.
Dalikharl turned to the Pudite Princess as he continued to address those present. “I would just like to say that I thank you for your acknowledgement of my and my people’s troubles, but I have to ask that you refrain from speaking on the matter. It’s a sensitive topic, and while I empathize with your struggles, I prefer not to have mine become a topic of discussion. I should say as well that your indifference towards the people of Shen Almaru is concerning. If they elect your House to rule them, your claim to the crown and throne of the Hollarum is further legitimized. At least it would be in Gholgoth…as for your Valgardian and Scandinvan protectors, they will reap what they have sewn. I can only hope you and your family distance yourselves from what seems to be inevitable bloodshed. If Mr. Stoyen’s allegations are true, though, I recommend that you cease all attacks on commercial vessels. Attacks on such targets will be treated with the same response that slaver-pirates endure.”
That’s sage advice. Lara sympathized with the girl but knew that Dalikharl spoke true words. Her position as a Lord of Gholgoth was dubious at best, and while the Ghantish recognized it, albeit in a highly secretive fashion, others in Gholgoth were less willing to do so given the lack of anything resembling a mandate. Indeed, her best play is to sit back and hang tight…and not authorize anymore attacks on maritime vessels. That just didn’t look good and did nothing to endear the Lords of Gholgoth to her cause.
”I believe it’s in Aldarminia’s best interests that it assists in the formation of the aforementioned defensive line. If the Republic so wishes, I believe there is a ‘Safe Passage Route’ that the Kosmokratium would be more than happy in extending to our corner of the region,” Dalikharl said to Ironwing and Profecta, before turning his gaze once more to Lara, cracking his knuckles as he did so. Oh, here we go…
“Lady Jarasa, I think it is to the benefit of Ghant and Aldarminia that our two nations enter into such partnerships of people and military, but I am weary of authorizing so. Not because I distrust the Ghantish people or their government, or you for that matter,” he smirked, while Lara looked on with a blank expression. “Rather, I believe you distrust me and my nation. Because you distrust Aldarminia, I must assume so does Ghant. As you will soon find out if you do not already know, I too believe there are some healthy amounts of paranoia, but I fear that fear itself has gripped the Ghantish people for far too long. Your fears are rational and wise, especially when Gholghant lies between Kravenites and Scandinvans at the southern periphery of the region, and considering the impotence of the Gothic Lords as of late, I absolutely understand why you have entangled yourselves with outsiders. All of this in mind, I do not understand how you can judge myself and my Empire by the standards of the slavers and the Capitol Police.”
Crocodile tears, how charming. It amused Lara that the Aldarminian Emperor tried to turn his territorial ambitions back on Lara so easily. I will not be allayed so easily…
Casually, Dalikharl sipped from his drink before adding, “So, I beg you to reconsider Ghant’s position on Aldarminia’s claim. If we acquire this territory, not only will we better suited to expand our operations in southern Gholgoth, but also we could be of more use to Ghant as a defender and ally if the Reich ever dared to strike against you. Same goes with Scandinvans or any other oath-breaking state in the region. Furthermore, the Aldarminian economy, and thus its people, would greatly benefit the inclusion of this territory into the Empire. New and old markets will flourish, and admittedly, there are ambitions of commerce I have for Greater Dienstad that this territory would be conducive to. Alas, I will also confess that the Aldarminian military will see a great boon in this as well. We shall have new training facilities, a new zone for research and deployment, and as I mentioned before, firm and sovereign ground for my troops to stand on when they conduct humanitarian operations during this conflict. More importantly, though, this southern domain could become a new bread basket for the Empire. One that it desperately needs for its growing population. I am not sure if anyone here is aware, but despite the economic success that reconstruction in Aldarminia has been thus far, there is an ongoing growth of the impoverished population. If I can give these people work and affordable homes and food, then these people will be less inclined to join themselves with nefarious entities.”
Maybe you should learn to better manage your population and your resources then. Lara offered Dalikharl a smile, and threw her long wavy blonde hair back as she puckered her lips. That’s how you want to play this, eh? She wanted to counter Dalikharl’s assertions, but she suspected that he wasn’t done speaking yet, and it would have been ill-advised to interrupt the Emperor at his own seat, so she kept quiet. For now…
“Before I go further in these matters, though,” Dalikharl said while Lara leaned back into her chair, “I must make all here aware of the most sensitive information to the Aldarminian Empire. I do not have a counter-offer to Ghant’s arrangements. Rather, I have an offer to ensure trust and solidarity between our people for generations to come. I also hope that what I am about to share with all of you properly displays the kinship I feel for all my Gothic brothers and sisters.” Dalikharl’s expression appeared more exhuberant now, like he was a ringmaster about to announce the next act. “Whether you like it or not, I consider you all to be friends and family. The spilling of your blood is the spilling of mine.”
How reassuring.
Dalikharl proceeded to place a hand on the masked man’s shoulder. What happened next was a most peculiar thing. There was a metallic sound that carried throughout the room as Dalkiharl proclaimed, “Moisimya!” Following this, several guards and servants brought multiple figures covered in black and gold robes, their faces concealed by hoods. The marched deliberately towards Dalikharl and the other man and the figure beside him, revealed to be a child. Of the five figures, one was a woman, and the rest were also children. They stood in a line for those seated at the table to see, and another line of servants behind them. This must be the royal family, Lara thought. I see your tricks, Dalikharl…
The hooded figures were disrobed and crowned by the servants, who afterwards left to leave the presumed royals in the chamber. There were guards around them, reinforcing Lara’s assumption that these were royals, and suspected as well that there were more that stood out of sight in hidden places. For the security of royal children is of the utmost importance.
Lara examined the woman standing beside Dalikharl. She had blonde hair and a matching color dress with the pattern of white eagles upon it. Keep that one away from Nathan, she thought, as the Emperor of Ghant was notorious for lusting after pretty consorts. The woman spoke after getting more comfortable. “I am Grand Empress Katya Doch’Makar, First of my name in the Blood Houses Azcheyko and Makar, Wife of His Imperial Majesty Tzarbolshoyar Dalikharl the Second of the Blood House Azcheyko, Hammer of the People’s Will as I am the Keeper of the People’s Hearth, and these beautiful little ones are our children.”
As I suspected. Lara turned her piercing lilac gaze to the children. The four of them took the knee, though the youngest one, a boy, required his older sister’s assistance in doing so. The little blonde boy shortly thereafter got up and scampered off out of sight, prompting the Empress to laugh softly and Dalikharl to appear embarrassed by his young son’s gaffe. “Well, this shy one here, my youngest, is usually talkative, but he’s not used to these sorts of things, and frankly, none of us are, but this is Prynz Dalikharl, Third of his name after his father and grandfather, may he rejoice in paradise,” the Empress said without shame.
The boy who wore metallic legs stood up from the table, revealing himself as wearing a purple suit with a golden tie and brown hair. “I am Prynz Zlobaskar, First of my name in the Blood House Azcheyko, Heir to the Throne of Grand Imperial Kosmokratium of Aldarminia!” he bellowed.
How clever to bring your heir but keep him concealed, Lara thought with a ginger expression on her face, grinning playfully at the boy. Another one, strongly resembling his older brother and father, introduced himself. “I am Prynz Hrothashki, Second in name after my uncle, may he rejoice in paradise, in the Blood House Azcheyko, twin brother to the Throne-Prince Zlobaskar. I am pleased to meet the friends of my father and allies of Aldarminia.”
Lara then gazed upon the little girl, who looked like a miniature version of her mother. The blond-haired girl next to Hrothashki looked like the younger version of her mother, even her dress looking the same. She curtsied, and with giddiness declared herself. “I am Prynzesha Sophyana, Second of my name after my grandmother in the Blood House Azcheyko.”
There was another little girl, younger then the other one and wearing a white dress. She seemed nervous, twiddling her thumbs as she stared at the floor. She mumbled, “I am Prynzesha Lucylla, First of my name in the Blood House Azcheyko.” Following her introduction, the Imperial family joined their hands together and bowed. There was a sudden flurry of servants as the children went to their seats, and an array of food and beverages were brought out.
“You will see that appears to be three entrees. This is a courtesy to any palates not inclined to meat or to the spice of the ghumbar stew, which is made with icecrab meat, khrauwyrm—Or crawfish or crayfish—frosseshrimp, chicken, and Andouille sausage. It is spiced with cayenne, black pepper, sea salt, and crab boil and file powder, and the vegetables within are celery, onion, bell peppers, and okra. The plate is graced with a less spicy shrimp Alfredo pasta, and the vegetarian option is a humble salad. In Aldarminia, people find it satisfying to dip the bread, but I am not going to tell you how to eat your food. I will, however, strongly recommend that you drink the pint of Gholvykh pale ale, brewed here in Anhavinjogr, with the ghumbar. The water would suffice, as it would for all three of the dishes. The Podyal’Rendja Vineyard’s Beliloza white wine pairs well with the Alfredo. I hope that all tastes and stomachs are satisfied by the meal,” explained Dalikharl.
Lara prodded at the food set out before her, waiting for her opportunity to respond to Dalikharl’s initial assertions about the land issue. I will not be distracted by children and cuisine...
The Empress turned to Lara after taking a seat beside her husband. “I believe my dear husband was about to make an offer to you and the ruling families of Ghant. While we do not necessarily force our children into marriages in Aldarminia, we do, how you would say, ‘arrange’ the affections of those we believe would make beneficial and happy partners.”
”Of course, your Majesty,” Lara smiled and inclined her head to the Empress. “We have traditionally conducted ourselves in a similar fashion as it concerns our Imperial family and royal houses. No one is forced into an arrangement that they do not want for themselves.”
Dalikharl replied, “Yes. I think if Steward Zaldua sees fit, who am I to judge his decision to marry his grandson to Fedor’s daughter? I would ask that you support Aldarminia’s acquisition of this territory as a sign of good faith in light of Gholghant’s bedding with the Golden Throne, but I also offer that the Ghantish and Aldarminian families seek an intertwining as well so that trust between our nations is affirmed.”
Yes, about that…
The Empress spoke, prompting Lara to refrain from speaking. “Indeed. To give some point of reference, Zlobaskar here, and his brother Hrothashki are both ten years young. Zlobaskar, always the more assertive and ambitious twin, is strong and well-versed in military and diplomatic affairs, and with the approval of his brother, he will make a marvelous Grand Emperor and a fine husband. Hrothashki, on the other hand, endeavors in the fields of science and the arts, and I am sure his bright mind will cast a warm glow on anyone so fortunate to gain his affections. Sophyana, nine years, is interested in becoming a diplomat like you, Lady Jarasa, and traveling the world. Lucylla, seven years, enjoys youth martial training with her father, but she also seems to be fond of reading and mathematics. We have not quite figured out what her childhood dreams are, and little Dalikh, five years, is far too young to have made up his mind at all, but he seems to be talk a lot about wanting to become a soldier and help his older brothers.”
“Of course, all my children will rise to positions of Imperial Regency over different territories in the empire where they will assist the Kosmokratic Congresses in governing the people there. So, any spouses they acquire will share in that power, as Katya shares mine. I hope this offer persuades you, Lady Jarasa, to trust that Aldarminian expansion engender no hostility towards the security and sovereignty of the Ghantish people. An agreement between us on these matters would be conducive to our military and social partnership with the Skybound Republic, which I believe we should extend to our Gothic brethren in Shen Almaru after their choice of leadership is made. With an Aldarminian presence in the south, cooperation between all our nations extending our projections of power into the east as well, and an amicable Dienstadi presence in Gholgoth, whatever monsters that haunt us, whether they be slavers or Reich soldiers, will be crushed and exorcised," Dalikharl insisted, his presentation complete.
Lara nibbled on her bottom lip as she sampled her food and looked over the Aldarminian Imperial Family. Once she was convinced that they were done, she began to explain her counter-offer. “My grandmother once gave me some good advice when I was a little girl, not much older than Sophyana. She said that ‘men naturally want what they don’t have.’ Whether they are slavers, capitol police, Ghantar, Skyans, Aldarminians or Kylarnatians, they are men all the same, are they not? Let’s not be coy, Dalikharl. If people didn’t stand in the way, then there’d be nothing stopping anyone that could from taking everything. For, as the old Ghantish saying goes, ‘if you give a mouse a cookie it will want a glass of milk.’ I know what the cookie is that you want…but the real question is, ‘what’s the milk?’”
Lara narrowed her eyes on Dalikharl, knowing that he gave away his cards to early. Now it’s time to twist his tits to make him bend the way I want. “Having said that, Dalikharl, we are not averse to the art of compromise. We know what you want, and you know what we want. Fortunately there’s a mutually-satisfactory solution that I can present. There is land on the continent due west across the sea from the Scandinvan Empire, and south of Brewdomia. Perhaps you’d find this land more to your liking…we have no particular concerns about it. It would allow you to better contain the Scandinvans and give you the continental presence that you yearn for. It’s also closer to your native lands. You wouldn’t find us in opposition to this slight alteration, though of course, we can be further assuaged in your favor given additional…arrangements.” Dalikharl, ever the dynast that he was, surely would know to what she was referring to. Nothing makes us more trusting than ties bound in blood.
“As far as any matches are concerned, let’s just say that we Ghantish have a tendency to aim high, as we say.” Lara glanced at Zlobaskar as she explained. “My cousin has a daughter of an age with you. She likes poetry and dancing and spending time in the forests and fields of Gaztelua. Maybe you’d like her, maybe not, though having a Ghantish Empress of Aldarminia in the wing would do a great deal to assuage any concerns that we have. After all, the best way to make us comfortable with Aldarminian gains would be to convince us that they are our gains as well. That’d be the best way of doing that.” Then she turned her gaze to Sophyana. “The Crown Prince of Ghant isn’t much older than you are, your Highness…maybe you’d like to be Empress of Ghant, and rule all of its realms from the great Obsidian Throne in far away Ghish?”
To all of the Aldarminian Imperials she said “there are plenty of opportunities that time will give us the opportunities to explore. The Emperor will be present at the Citadel, and I can personally convey such options to him. He has many children, far more than I could ever keep track of, and many of an age with all of you. Though for now, you know what our concerns are regarding this land claim, and I hope that you think about my proposition and give it careful thought.”
Indeed, while Ironwing was ginger in his dealings with the Aldarminians, speaking of candy and tours, Lara kept her eyes on the prize. Perhaps it was because Ironwing wasn’t born into a high station like Lara that he didn’t understand the game that was being played. Royals played games of chess with each other, moving their pieces across the board in an attempt to advance their families and the causes of their nations. She evaluated them all as such, as Kings and Queens and Rooks and Pawns.
“Enough of that though, let us enjoy the pleasantries of the evening, shall we? The food is exquisite, thank you.” Dalikharl would need time, no doubt, to consider Lara’s position. In the meantime, she was content to enjoy the fruits of Aldarminia, and the satisfaction that came with her diplomatic successes, or so they appeared thus far. Oh, what I wouldn’t do right now for a glass of milk…