Chains of Diplomacy II

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"Now, I suppose that for such a prize, you will ask for my support in something," I said calmly, observing the Emperor and the Empress. A gift of this magnitude never came without conditions. This talented mage, an invaluable resource for my cause, was merely a piece in a larger game.

Empress Valeria Lissandra smiled, her expression blending satisfaction and calculation. When she spoke, her tone was as smooth as the edge of a sheathed dagger.

"Finally, after decades... perhaps centuries, the empire has an opportunity to overcome the fragmentation of the Imperial Diet. For too long, crucial decisions have been stalled by nobles hesitant to cede power to the throne. The nobility of the East, historically one of the most anti-emperor factions—almost as obstinate as the free cities—has now seen its influence vanish.

"As the new Marquis of the East," the Empress continued, her tone soft but calculated, "all the votes of the nobility in your region now fall under your control. This places us on equal footing against the anti-emperor factions, but those votes break the stalemate and give us the majority. This is a critical moment for the empire. We need your participation to solidify this progress. With your support, we will not only ensure stability but also initiate the centralization process we've so desperately needed. We could usher in a new era where the emperor is no longer bound by the fragmentation of the nobility, making the empire truly strong and unified."

The silence in the room was heavy; every word from the Empress seemed to carve its weight into the air. Though I had conquered lands and won battles, this was a far more treacherous arena: the imperial politics where promises and votes were as sharp as swords.

"You seem quite confident in the loyalty of the houses supporting you, Your Majesties," I said, allowing a note of doubt to color my words. The politics of the Imperial Diet had always been a battlefield riddled with intrigue and covert betrayals. It was hard to imagine anyone being so sure of the stability of these votes.

The Emperor remained silent, letting his wife take the lead.

"We have reasons to trust our loyalties, Lord Caesar," said Empress Valeria Lissandra, her tone firm but calm. "Among the houses that have historically been pillars of support for the imperial throne are the Falkensteins—your own family—renowned as guardians of the northern frontier and for their unwavering devotion to the empire."

She paused briefly, letting her words settle before continuing.

"Alongside them, we count on houses such as the Hohenbrücks, D'Armonts, and Montescagliosos, whose votes have consistently reflected their commitment to the empire's stability and strength. Then there are the De La Rivières, the Von Stirnbachs, and the Van Aardens, who have proven to be steadfast allies even during the most challenging times in the Diet."

She named the houses with precision, intending to project an image of security and unity, though we both knew these alliances were fragile at best.

"Without the votes of the East," she continued, "our position against the anti-emperor faction is balanced. But with you as the Marquis of the East, controlling the votes of the nobles who once ruled those lands, we surpass that balance and achieve the majority needed to consolidate imperial power. This is the moment to seize the opportunity your success has created."

I inclined my head slightly, delivering my response in a deliberate tone. "Let us hope these loyalties are as firm as you claim, Your Majesties. In politics, loyalty is often a currency traded for convenience, and the Diet is a place where alliances shift as easily as words."

The Empress smiled with calculated calm, as though she had anticipated my skepticism. "Precisely why, Lord Caesar, your presence is crucial. Your success and authority will ensure that those houses which might waver understand it is time to align with the strength of the empire."

"I see a problem here, Your Majesties," I said, letting my tone reflect irritation. "At present, my hands are somewhat tied by the church. Let us say I had to make compromises to secure their support and avoid being overrun in the Imperial Diet."

Empress Valeria Lissandra allowed a small smile, her expression revealing little but hinting at deeper knowledge. "We are aware," she said with calculated calm. "In fact, I have heard that some cardinals have already sent several of their temple maidens with the intent of having you take them as wives... or concubines. They hope to make you more amenable to the church's requests."

I paused for a moment, letting the weight of her words sink in. Everything I had noticed about those women at Castra Caesarea now clicked into place.

"Ah... so that's why," I replied, a slight smile crossing my face. "Well, all they've accomplished with their efforts is increasing my desire to behead them every time they ask for training time."

The Empress let out a soft, elegant laugh while the Emperor remained silent, observing the interaction with a mix of interest and disapproval, though he refrained from intervening.

"It is a typical strategy of the church," said the Empress, speaking as though discussing the weather. "They believe they can control everything through personal alliances, especially with someone like you, Lord Caesar. However, you must understand something crucial: the church, like any powerful institution, is also divided by internal struggles."

I raised an eyebrow, surprised but only slightly. It was rare to hear such candor from the Empress. She continued, her voice heavy with intention.

"Among the cardinals, there are factions. Some seek greater power, others wish to maintain the status quo, and some merely strive to survive in this complex web of intrigues. What we need, Caesar, is to identify someone within the church who is weak enough to depend on us. Someone we can place as a puppet leader—someone who appears to govern but, in reality, executes our orders."

Her words were ambitious, even dangerous, but I couldn't deny their logic. The church was a force that couldn't be ignored, but if I could manipulate it through a controlled intermediary, the balance of power within the empire could shift dramatically.

"So your suggestion," I said, weighing her words carefully, "is to use their own divisions against them. Find someone who looks like a leader but is entirely bound to us."

"Exactly," the Empress replied, her tone leaving no doubt that she had considered this for a long time. "With that, not only can you free yourself from the church's chains, but you can also wield their influence in the Diet to your advantage. And with that, the imperial throne will rule absolutely, free from meddlesome cardinals and distrustful nobles."

I nodded slowly. The idea had merit, but it was also an enormous risk. Placing a puppet in a position of power within the church would require subtlety, resources, and constant vigilance. But the reward... the reward was absolute control.

"A bold strategy," I finally admitted, "albeit a dangerous one. But if the plan works, the rewards would be immeasurable."

The Empress smiled, satisfied. "I knew you would understand, Lord Caesar. After all, you have shown that absolute power is earned through calculated control, not brute strength."

Her smile lingered as she processed my words. The Emperor, on the other hand, seemed increasingly uneasy. I could feel the weight of the moment, knowing that my next demands could tilt the balance not only in my favor but also toward a restructured East that would change its destiny.

"But it seems everything points to the fact... that I am worth more than just a delivered mage," I said with a slight smile, letting my words hang in the air.

I saw the Emperor's face sour slightly, a trace of discomfort he couldn't entirely hide. Meanwhile, Empress Valeria Lissandra smiled, that smile of hers blending satisfaction with a hint of amusement.

"I would be offended, Caesar," she said, leaning forward slightly, "if after hearing our plan, you didn't raise your price." Her smile seemed genuine this time, though from someone like her, every gesture was calculated.

I let out a light chuckle, not breaking my gaze from the two of them.

"Besides the mage," I began, letting my tone remain calm but firm, "there is something else I require. If the East is to be the empire's bastion, it must fully recover. This is not just a matter of fortifications or armies. I speak of fertile land, thriving villages, and secure roads."

I paused, allowing my words to settle.

"I request additional funds to invest in the reconstruction of those lands—enough gold to ensure that every corner of the East can sustain itself and to compensate the returning refugees who will work the land."

The Empress raised an eyebrow, as if expecting more. I smiled faintly, knowing I wasn't finished.

"Furthermore," I continued, "I want an imperial decree encouraging the population to relocate to the East. There are too many overcrowded cities, too many peasants struggling to survive on lands that cannot sustain them. If managed correctly, the East can become a land of opportunity—not only for those who inhabit it but for the entire empire."

The Emperor sighed, as if my words reminded him of something he would rather forget. The decentralization of the empire meant that such requests depended more on persuasion than actual power, but we both knew that with official backing from the throne, this plan could take shape swiftly.

The Emperor nodded slowly, though he still appeared reluctant.

"With these conditions, Your Majesties, you will have my unconditional support in the Imperial Diet when the time comes," I said at last, inclining my head slightly, ensuring my words carried the necessary weight.

The Emperor nodded again, his expression cautious but aware that he had secured a crucial ally. Meanwhile, Empress Valeria Lissandra appeared satisfied, her smile genuine—or as genuine as someone in her position could allow herself to appear.

"This is an agreement that benefits all, Lord Caesar," the Empress said. "With your support, the Diet can be transformed from a battlefield of egos and personal ambitions into a tool for strengthening the empire. And you, with what you have gained today, can secure it from the East."

"So it shall be," I replied, keeping my tone firm but respectful. "The East will prosper, and with it, the empire."

I had achieved what I needed: gold, settlers, and the recognition required to turn the East into not just a military stronghold but an economic and social one as well.

I inclined my head once more, though inwardly I knew this was a political and strategic victory. The game of the Imperial Diet was far from over, but for now, the East was secured.

"If this meeting is concluded, there is still an event in my honor," I said, straightening and adjusting the gauntlets of my armor with a casual gesture. "With your permission, Your Majesties."

The Emperor nodded slightly, as if relieved the conversation was over. "Of course, Lord Caesar. Tonight is yours, as is the recognition for what you have accomplished. Enjoy the event... and remember, everyone will be watching."

The Empress smiled once more, that smile of hers that seemed a weapon in its own right. "Of course, Caesar. Do not let the accolades of tonight make you forget that with power also comes expectations. But I am sure you already know this."

I inclined my head slightly, keeping my expression neutral. "Of course, Your Majesties. I never forget."

With that, I turned on my heel, leaving the room with firm steps, followed by my escort of legionaries. The echo of my boots resonated in the corridors as my mind began considering the next steps.

I left the room where I had met with the Emperor and his wife. Although the entire event was carefully orchestrated to honor me, I felt I had accomplished my purpose. I had secured what I sought: the gold and promises necessary to strengthen the East. There was no reason to linger amid intrigue and falsehoods.

Music and conversation continued to echo in the main hall as I made my way through the corridor, seeking a discreet exit. My intention was to slip away from this spectacle and return to the East, where my presence truly mattered. The pomp and dances could remain with those who enjoyed such frivolities.

However, as I crossed one of the courtyards toward the exit, my steps faltered. In the distance, under the glow of chandeliers and moonlight, I saw a familiar figure—and then another. It was my family.

My uncle Reinhard stood with his usual authoritarian bearing, surrounded by my cousins. Beside them were my father, Dietrich, and my brothers, Alaric and Ulrich, their expressions ranging from judgmental to indifferent. Finally, my mother, Adelaida, was there, her gaze always seeming to carry warmth, even now, when everything about this meeting was steeped in tension.

Our eyes met briefly. They looked at me, and I returned the gaze. But there were no words, no gestures of approach. Any conversation would bring frustration or, worse, confrontations I had no interest in having tonight.

Instead of moving toward them, I turned on my heel and continued on my way. I had no desire to revisit old disputes or pretend this encounter had any significant purpose. The East awaited, and every minute I spent here was a minute wasted.

Upon arriving at the Emperor's estate, where I had been assigned lodging, I let the heavy door close behind me, isolating me from the clamor of the night. My men rose as they saw me enter. With a simple gesture, I indicated their concern was unnecessary.

I exhaled deeply, letting the day's exhaustion settle. Though I had achieved much, there was still a long road ahead. The East needed more than my presence; it needed order, fortifications, and preparation for whatever came next.

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