Suspicions
(Sandra POV)
The Emperor held the letter up to your face again. While the Emperor's grip still held the same strength that led him through numerous campaigns throughout his life, his empty blue eyes betrayed his frailty as they glared onto the paper. "The words promise loyalty, my daughter… but they also hide lies and falsehood." His tone frightened you, but you kept a brave face.
"Phillip, you must rest," Your tone was gentle, as you lead him by his arm to his bed where you laid him down. "You can deal with it after you rest." You gently took the letter out of his hand.
"No… I must!" Phillip protested, before he wheezedand coughed, his arms in his sheet. He took deep breaths as he pulled his sheets over his face. "Treason will be met with...death." Then his breaths slowed, and snores replaced his frantic breaths.
You sighed as you stood up and walked towards the door. "He's asleep now."
The door opened and your husband walked into the room and hugged you. "He called me his daughter again Alex…." The dam finally broke as you sobbed into your husband's chest. "It's getting worse. He sent an assassin."
You looked at the Emperor, now sleeping soundly on his bed, as a servant walked past you to put out the candles that still burned on his desk. It was barely visible, but the mark on his head, the wound that had healed a year ago… It was still affecting him.
Alex took your hand and led you through the palace, your guards slowly walking behind you. When you arrived at your quarters, Alex waved his hand and dismissed them. He then led you into your room and sat down at his desk, while you sat next to him. When he let go, he pulled ink and quill with a bit of parchment, but you snatched it away from him.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"Trying to stop the agent he sent to the Frontier." You replied as you frantically wrote down the letter to send to the Emperor's spymaster. "He thinks that the boy prince is plotting treason and is going to kill him."
That made Alexander pause, before he pushed you over and finished the letter for you. "Godfrey would be more willing to read it if it were by my hand than yours."
"It doesn't matter who hand it was written in." You protested. "Your grandfather has to understand that if he orders the death of one of the Grand Princes without a trial, the other princes will rebel to save themselves."
"I know." Alexander sighed. "My grandfather hasn't been the same since the coup, he barely is conscious and when he is, all he sees are enemies or potential enemies… And his negligence of the frontier cannot be understated. There is barely five thousand men and however many the Rus can muster to stand against the Mongol horde. And he still sees the Eastern Legions." Alexander moved a candle closer to the parchment to dry the ink. "That warlord that is rampaging through Mali and its gold mines are the only thing the House of Lords care about right now."
"So what do we do? The House of Lords won't allow you to send any more troops to the east to shore up its defenses and your grandfather is unstable, but no one wants to remove him from power because of the last coup." You asked. You were lucky that Alexander was not implicated in the plot. Too much would have been lost if he had.
"We'll take our time, and hopefully he'll pass in his sleep. Then we can work on stopping whatever damage that he might have caused in his last months alive." Alexander said as he felt the dried ink on the parchment. "Let's just hope this can can get to him in time."
Reward: There's an assassin out to kill you, and there will be an assassination miniturn next turn to see if you survive or not.
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