A Dragon Among Men: Golden Empire Negaverse
You are Bu Gai, Son of Heaven, born of a lineage who has faced numerous trials and tribulations, having suffered several yourself in a remarkably short period of time, and last Scion of the Seafarer.
Quite frankly, you are marginally less fucked in the ass than you were there months ago, given rampant backstabbing at court, treacherous eunuchs, a Grand Marshall you couldn't trust but also quite literally could not survive without, and ironically enough only one concubine you can trust implicitly not to act as a vector for unwitting treachery, or even witting treachery. For all the ritual preparations involved in actually bedding down with one of them, many of which intentionally hinder assassination attempts or spying as a matter of circumstance, engaging in coitus with the admittedly beautiful Mei Lin had been the last thing on your mind.
Not that you find her company lacking, or that you are devoid of all urges, the truth is you are remarkably starved of clever company who isn't paradoxically responsible for both for your own protection and carrying forth your edicts, and yet best placed to begin the ruination of all your plans.
And while people are thinking you are acting indirectly through her, and you hold no illusions anyone is genuinely convinced you have fallen madly in love with her because of heart palpitations in the throes of danger being mistaken for the height of romance, more the fool they if they think she is without the mental faculties to thrive. Truth be told you are a bit disgusted she's languished in the shadows when she possesses such insightful wit. Truly the Maiden-Made-of-Light blesses her chosen few in the most unlikely of circumstances.
Regardless, you didn't get this far by being lax, even for a moment. You have been using those moments where discretion and privacy could be somewhat guaranteed to form an opinion on the titan rising in the west.
Honestly, you're a little fucking terrified you're underestimating the 'Archon of the West' even now. Even referring to him by that intentionally diminishing title a month after he quite literally incinerated an army lead by what his advisor informs him was no mere figment. Still shaking from what had almost been unleashed upon your realm, what had been a genuine Avatar of a vile Spirit so far beyond the ken of mortal man, that it almost caused reality to buckle and strain, had in fact caused Cultivators across the Empire to experience horrific nightmares for weeks on end.
And then he had simply
left. If what your spies informed you is true, he had refused to so much as gaze upon the Usurper in the North, but instead of this news filling you with relief as an obvious alignment of his political motivations, it had instead rendered them near-opaque. The so-called Dragon King had after all
not presented himself before you... and why should he? The suspicion was there, niggling at the back of your mind like a canker. He had not after all deigned to present himself within his own ancestral home, his throne by birthright currently being warmed by the ass of an Usurper of his own. The words of his envoy still chilled you to the bone.
So long as they do not pose a threat to his interests or the world at large.
Your advisors had congratulated themselves on the immense political coup that had turned out to be. Fools. All of them. 'The world at large'? What ruler, much less the so-called 'barbarians' which the Court so carelessly dismissed, would concern themselves with the world at large? Only one who saw it as their mandated duty to intervene in matters which would impose unwanted, possibly dire, possibly just
inconvenient, disaster or change wrought upon it. Did not one of them see all the parallels?
That single conversation had you waking up in a cold sweat more than once, and not even the flames of more blood wyrms hatched by your own shugenja would help there.
Today, you are presented with the proof of your recent findings regarding the fate of Western Essos and beyond, what comings and goings you are aware of in regards to the highest echelons of political power there.
It doesn't look great.
But it's not all ill winds swirling from over the Bone Mountains. Indeed there are a great many things that interest you about this foreign King's rule, about as many as makes you wary.
Rumors of the West:
Day of Dragons, Dreams of Empire: The Empire Day celebration in Sorcerer's Deep reverberated across the realm which King Viserys Targaryen had wrought, a day of revelry with an auspicious name which had all manner of rumors and discussions swirling in foreign ports, most of all about all of the custom it had brought to them. As merchants set sail taking advantage of the bottoming out prices for luxuries produced in the wake of a spending spree quite unlike any other, thousands of magnates, princes and high officials show off their wealth in all manners and starting trends just as soon as the old ones ended.
A fortune is said to pass through the customs office in Sorcerer's Deep each day, and for all of that yet more of it leaving the coffers of the Dragon, to fund immense infrastructural projects, charities, new and expanding ministries and departments, as well as the mysterious projects the Scholarum and Inquisition involves itself in. Your agents have so far proven one thing clearly, penetrable to your spies these institutions are
not.
Golden Hunger: With the return of the Expeditionary Trade Fleet to the Golden Empire, your very realm, a great desire for goods from it has been born practically instantly, given the entirety of the fleet had disappeared by what your shugenja inform you was, somehow, mass translocation. Your chief adviser in such matters had to be calmed down repeatedly from near hysterics, after which he confirmed that
no, he was reasonably certain that the Dragon's mages did not include among their number a being on par with a Great Spirit capable of transporting the entirety of a fleet and all of the people on it half-way across the world.
Merely what is likely to have been completely empty vessels. So, in that case, how extremely reassuring. Regardless, with this desire to not only obtain more of the goods which it had delivered from afar, but also learn more of its culture which the volumes of lore and local customs brought aboard it had likely kindled, you can expect an influx of westerners to arrive in Yin within several months at the latest. There is an advantage to be sought there.
Battle in the Frozen Lands: Showing no signs of slowing down, the Dragon King leads his burgeoning forces, including three sky ships, into the Far North where you are told the darkest of powers reigns supreme. And he returned. Utterly victorious, and with yet more grateful subjects rescued from what could only be a terrible fate. More importantly, you are becoming somewhat disinclined to tolerate the kind of whimsy and rhetorical twists of tongue which seeks to lessen the Archon's martial accomplishments, least of all because it would at this point simply pose a massive loss of face given his complete and total superiority over a foe neither you nor the Usurper were in any position to act against.
At least, not without immense preparations being undertaken and a disquieting degree of reliance upon the Luminaries, the limits of those bonds having yet to be truly tested. You have considered simply acting in a more overt manner, to give him face in reference to his fearsome reputation, if only to avoid the absurdity of the slighted martial elite of your forces vaunting their own involvement which, you note, had still involved a great number of the Dragon's agents aiding them in battle, among those the war of the shadows which you have yet to fully master. It would be notably less troublesome than trying to inflate your own accomplishments on the field, and he seems politically astute enough to realize he would be benefited by reciprocating in turn--that you are one of the few in your court to realize the Archon understands
miànzi is not lost on you, however.
Mirrored Fortunes: A great number of your foreign agents have brought back with them an addiction to syndicated and serial theatrical productions performed across the many great mirrors of artifice across the western realm.
There have been many subtle and indirect inquiries through the usual channels on what you intend to do about the stated interest to purchase a nearly unprecedented stake in the Foreign Quarter of your capital, and the permits to erect great works of artifice with your own shugenja acting as observers.
To be frank you are seriously considering the proposal, the amount of information discussed during designated time-slots result in a more timely delivery of news than the Cultivators in your service can, at present, retrieve on their own two feet.
...
You are having a hard time keeping your composure in front of Mei Lin when she informs you that the Imperial Embassy has made mass purchases of fireworks while discussing her latest movements at court over tea.
Realizing that this unusual interest had been the direct result of lacking the usual connections that the Targaryen relied on to discretely purchase curiosities in foreign ports, his 'Astral Currents', you now must somehow reconcile to your council why the Archon is not to be underestimated.
A prospect which you realize all but impossible when Mei Lin, mortified at having laughed in your presence, goes on to explain that the purchases had been made in the name of 'King Viserys Targaryen' personally, specifically for private celebrations during the culmination of massive public festivals and celebrations across a geographic area roughly equivalent with your own realm. You had several arguments ready about how something on that scale would be tremendously difficult to organize without dedicated, efficient and moreover competent administrators, but at this point you've completely given up, at least on that account.
If only your peer wasn't an insane eccentric.