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Then heads up because there is more incomming. Part two of LoAB: Fall of an Empire.
Part 02: Playing with politics
Part 02: Playing with politics
The Royal Palace, center of the Belkan Empire, its towers pointed high towards the sky. And at the moment, a field of battle.
Not a normal field of battle, oh no, many of the palace’s occupants knew how to handle a normal battle. This was a battle of a different kind, a battle where it does not matter how skilled you are with the sword, or how many enemies you have slain.
“This situation is unacceptable!”
This was a battle of words.
“According to your words, Lord Beckert.”
The council hall, possibly the biggest room in the palace itself. Surprisingly exotically decorated, and filled with one huge central table. Filling the table were politicians. Lords, ladies, senators, whichever ruled their respective territories. All were here in the council room to appeal their words the senate, and the king of Belka.
True, the Belkan Empire was an Empire, and as such the final say was made by the ruling person, but one person can only govern so much. The Belkan Empire stretched several worlds, which made the need for a bureaucracy apparent, though not any more liked.
“Do you not see?” A brown haired man with a short beard almost shouted through the great room. “We have finally taken the border country out of the hands of those wretched rebels. Many of our own have suffered severe financial difficulty thanks to that rebellious scum. The country should immediately start compensating us for our troubles.”
“But they had no choice; they were occupied by the enemy force. According to the reports their financial status is even worse then ours.” Another councilmember protested.
“They should be thankful that we even bothered to drive the rebels from their lands. I still say that we simply should have brought out the Cradle and-”
“That would be enough, Lord Beckert.”
All heads turned into the direction of the king, or rather the person next to the king. Long red hair flowing behind her, blue eyes piercing the lord in question.
“This talk on what could have been done is pointless. What has happened has happened, we have reclaimed a country that was taken away from us, that is all. To demand gratitude of them would be beyond stupidity.”
A different council member, a young long haired blonde man, decided to voice his opinion on the matter. “But lady Alistina, surely you agree that we cannot simply excuse them? From what I heard, they offered only little resistance against the rebel forces.”
“Would you do any different, councilor ToriŽ, if your family was threatened to be killed on the spot? Regardless, to the people in that country, all that has happened is that they changed rule yet again. We must be sure to keep their loyalty, so that we have to station less forces to keep the place under control.”
Lord Beckert snorted. “If they have realized that their rule has changed, they should know that their laws have changed. That is all.”
“That would be like inviting the rebel forces back into the country. We need to
their loyalty, Lord Beckert, not lose it.”
“And requesting compensation for rescuing them would do so?”
Lady Alistina shook her head. “Tell a conquered man he has a new master, and he'll shrug. Tell him his new master demands a fifth of his annual income, and he'll go and find his pitchfork.”
For a moment it seemed as if Lord Beckert would continue the argument, but to many of the room’s occupant’s surprise, he sat back down. Lord Beckert’s features changed little as he sat back down, save for a nigh undetectable twitch in his right eye.
A twitch that did not escape the king.
“Very well Lady Alistina, you have made your point. We shall give this country a while to catch its breath, and for us to gain their trust.”
The king’s decision was made, the debate was over. As it always went, the occupants in the room had been arguing back and forth for quite a while before the king finally made her decision.
One would expect a king to be a man, a proud man who would lead his people through the light and dark days that their lands faced. Who would take up the sword and smash any evil that opposed him and his subjects.
Perhaps that is why she was called a king.
The Belkan Empire was lead by a king, as it had always been. The Saint King of Belka. The royal blood of the empire. The current king had all the qualities of her predecessors, and also had a beautiful face. And until recently the Empire had flourished under her rule as it had always.
Therefore no one questioned the king’s gender.
Later that evening, the king and Lady Alistina were waking through the corridors of the grand palace.
“You played a dangerous game today, Alistina.”
Alistina sighed. “These are politics, Sakura. Every word you speak is a dangerous game.”
“And you were taunting them the entire time, what will you do if Lord Beckert decides to retaliate?”
“You’re worried about Beckert? He’s the least of our worries. He’s a warrior through and through, strong and opposing, and he obviously knew when the back down, but he lacks the skill with words. He can do little more then bark in the council hall. No, I’m far more worried about ToriŽ.”
“Councilor ToriŽ? I do not see why you are worried about him; he has been quite helpful the last few weeks.”
Alistina shook her head. “Sakura, you are a great knights, and a great leader, but you are just as bad as Beckert when it comes to politics.”
“What do you mean?” Sakura asked, slightly upset at her skills being put down like that.
“Not counting me, ToriŽ is one of the youngest members of the council. He holds no prestigious lineage, and he has no title to speak off. For someone like him to have reached a post as important like this at such an age means that he knows every trick, every flaw, and every exploit in the world of politics. Someone like him would literally go over corpses to gain more power.” Alistina explained.
“Alistina, you do realize that that is a very serious accusation?” Sakura queried.
“But a very accurate one.” Alistina responded. “You noticed what he said in the council hall today? It sounded very polite, but it was actually him probing how far he could push things around in a serious situation.”
“I see…” Sakura responded thoughtfully. “So how do you suggest we handle him?”
“Dump a potato sack over his head, tie him up and kick him into the deepest hole we can find.”
Sakura jerked to a halt and turned to observe the red haired girl’s face with incredulous eyes. To her credit, Alistina actually managed to keep her face straight for a few seconds before she broke down in a laughing fit.
“Oh this is great. You should have seen the incredulous look on your face.”
Sakura’s eyes settled in a glare as she placed her hands in her hips. “This is a serious matter Alistina, it is not something to joke around with.”
“Duty, duty, duty. Relax, we’re not in the council hall anymore. Besides, there is nothing we
do about him at the moment.”
Sakura tried to keep the glare on her face, but soon she sighed and let her hands slump to her side. “At times like I find it very hard to believe we actually share the same genes.”
Alistina grinned. “Genes don’t make the person. Now come on, let’s go get some rest. Some of my brothers should be returning tomorrow, and I doubt they will be the bringers of good news.”
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