Sweet Justice
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
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- California USA
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- He
Sweet Justice
You were not very happy getting summoned to the capital again. In fact, you felt a little anxious. Too much was on your mind to really focus on why you were summoned.
But Zima was asked to come as well, so you had a few ideas. Hopefully, it would be good news instead of your fears coming true.
Your victory made you and all of the Rus elated. The Mongols, for the first time in almost 30 years, had been defeated in battle. Many were celebrating that fact. In Novgorod alone, you had seen hundreds of barrels of Vodka rolled out into the streets as people drank for nights at a time.
You actually ordered Axel to find out how much Vodka there was in the city because from the amount that was being drunk, you were afraid that you would run out. And there was one thing any Russian feared more than the Mongols: Not having any vodka.
You had heard stories about your father's victories over the Mongols. The entire city went on a drinking binge that lasted three days, decimating the stock of Vodka in the city. And when they ran out, the imperial army had to step in before the city decided to riot. Running dry is certainly not the best thing to do right now. You wanted your city intact, dammit.
But as you got to the Imperial Palace, the emperor himself was there to greet you, a warm smile on his face. "Vasily Aristov! It seems you're the man of the hour right now." Alexander stated. "Defeating the Mongols in a blizzard, coming out of the snow like angels striking the damned. The reports were certainly dramatic reads."
You frowned. "There will be more Mongols to kill. Of that, I can assure you."
"While I am disappointed that you did not accept my kind offer earlier, we both have bigger things to worry about." He said. He then saw Zima. "My lady." He bowed his head slightly and kissed her hand. "It seems the rumors about your beauty were true."
"Flattering." Zima replied in a dull tone, ripping her hand away from Alexander's and firmly taking yours.
Alexander then cleared his throat, slightly taken aback, though you could see a hint of jealousy in his eyes. "Follow me."
He led you through the imperial palace towards the throne room, and you smelled something as you walked through. It was a strange sulfury smell that made you want to cover your mouth. It was like you were inhaling toxic smoke.
When Alexander sat down on his throne he rolled his neck. "I received the will that you sent and showed it to my advisors to confirm it was real." He looked at Zima. "Jan is a snake, who has stolen your rightful inheritance Princess Zima. And do you know what your people do to snakes?"
Zima nodded. "We cut off their heads."
Alexander gave a small smile. "Right you are. But I have more things in store for your traitorous cousin."
"And what would that be?" You asked.
Alexander looked to his right of his throne, where a sword lay within arm's reach.
You smiled. "I didn't think you were one to get your hands dirty."
"I have my moments. And humiliation before execution is always cathartic." Alexander replied. "Now I'm going to ask you to go with Howlett to the balcony. We have a prince to deal with."
Howlett walked out of the shadows behind you, you barely noticed him as he said in a quiet voice. "Follow me Prince Aristov."
Howlett led you through the hallways an up a stairway until you overlooked the throne room.
Howlett stopped and turned to you and Zima. "He may not show it, but Alexander respects you for keeping this quiet. You may not know it, but if this went public, his reputation would have been damaged irreversibly."
"How?" You asked.
"An unlawful succession happening under his nose without a hint of suspicion from the emperor," Howlett allowed himself to frown. "Would set a dangerous precedent."
"Ah." You said with a click of your teeth. "But why are we waiting up here?"
Howlett's frown disappeared and was replaced with a wry smile. "Drama, Price Aristov. The Emperor has a flair for the dramatic on occasion. This is one of them."
"Great, we're just parts of a show to him." Zima complained looking down at the emperor. Alexander was indeed sitting on the throne lazily as if he was waiting for some sort of show to start.
"Indeed." Howlett replied with a nod.
An hour seemed to pass before the throne room doors opened again. Footsteps sounding like a marching column entered your ears. Men clad in armor and bearing weapons marched in formation, with a man draped in finery at their head. Silks and other expensive fabric clothed him, and the crown of a prince adorned on his head. Alexander was sitting up straight, ready for his act to begin.
Gone was the laziness, in front of you, was a cold, calculating man who was scanning the room for anything to use to his advantage in anything, from conversation to a weapon.
The soldiers were imperial soldiers, and you could see from the face of Jan, he was surprised.
"My emperor." Jan knelt down in front of the Emperor. "You requested my presence, and I am at ready to do as you ask."
Alexander stood up and walked forward. "At my service and ready to do anything I command... My favorite way of saying 'kiss my ass'. But it is also the coward's way of hiding guilt when a crime has committed." He knew exactly what he said, and he was provoking a reaction from Jan.
It worked flawlessly. "Pardon, my emperor?" Jan said dumbfounded. "I don't understand."
"Of course you understand False Prince Jan. According to the will by your late aunt, you are not even worthy of your title. And have stolen it from someone whom your aunt thought was far more worthy than a sniveling coward who quails at the sight of blood and would rather spend his days in drunken debauchery then deal with actual matters of state."
Alexander pulled out a piece of parchment, the will with the unbroken seal.
Jan stood up. "Where did you get that!?" He demanded.
"Oh? I thought you were at my service and ready to do anything I command. If you still have a faint flicker of loyalty, then I command you to listen to me read this piece of parchment." Alexander stated.
Jan was shaking, wanting to do something to stop the emperor, but he looked around and knew there was nothing he could do.
"I'll skip the boring part because we both know who wrote this will and I want to get to the exciting part," Alexander stated as he glanced down at the parchment once to be sure. "In this last will and testament, following a lengthy council with both my lords and my family, The throne of Poland, and all my territories shall be inherited, by my lawful decree, to Zima Królowa, my niece of Patryk Królowa and Alva Von Bebenburg." Alexander set the will back into his pocket and smirked at Jan. "I believe you can bring them down Howlett."
Howlett led you back down the way you came. And when Jan saw you both, he tried to shake out of the control of the guards who were holding him down. But he failed. "YOU!" He screamed in anguish.
"Auntie would be ashamed of you," Zima said as she walked forward and slapped him. "How dare you disrespect her wishes in death and…" Zima was so angry that she couldn't properly get the words out. "Bastardize her legacy. The legacy of our family and our people!"
Jan spat up onto her face. "You have no right to talk about the legacy of our people you german whore!"
That made you snap. You pushed Zima aside and picked up that bastard by the throat.
"Call my wife a whore again you coward! DO IT AGAIN AND I'LL MAKE YOU BEG FOR DEATH!"
"Vasily, please put him down. I have not properly given him his sentence yet." Alexander said, now looking unconcerned of the murder that might happen in front of him.
"Than hurry up so I can rip his throat out." You growled. "He has stolen and dishonored my wife for too long with his very presence being the ultimate insult to honor."
"Fair enough," Alexander stated. "But first the crown."
You yanked the crown off of Jan's head and threw it to Alexander. "Princess Zima, please kneel."
Zima did as he asked. "Do you, Princess Zima of house Królowa, swear to me loyalty, honor and to protect this empire and all of its citizens as The Grand Princess of Poland?"
"I do my emperor." Zima replied.
"Than rise, and serve me well Grand Princess…." He paused and allowed Zima to stand up. He looked at you and Jan. "Jan Królowa. For the crimes of unlawful succession, attempted destruction of legal documents, and unlawful rule over a province of the empire... I sentence you to die a traitor's death. To be hanged, drawn and quartered."
Jan wanted to scream but you punched him in the face and prevented that from occurring. "I hope you burn in hell!" You snarled as you dropped Jan to the floor, letting him fall to the ground, unconscious.
Reward: Zima is now Legally the Grand Princess of Poland. New action available.
AN: Enjoy.
You were not very happy getting summoned to the capital again. In fact, you felt a little anxious. Too much was on your mind to really focus on why you were summoned.
But Zima was asked to come as well, so you had a few ideas. Hopefully, it would be good news instead of your fears coming true.
Your victory made you and all of the Rus elated. The Mongols, for the first time in almost 30 years, had been defeated in battle. Many were celebrating that fact. In Novgorod alone, you had seen hundreds of barrels of Vodka rolled out into the streets as people drank for nights at a time.
You actually ordered Axel to find out how much Vodka there was in the city because from the amount that was being drunk, you were afraid that you would run out. And there was one thing any Russian feared more than the Mongols: Not having any vodka.
You had heard stories about your father's victories over the Mongols. The entire city went on a drinking binge that lasted three days, decimating the stock of Vodka in the city. And when they ran out, the imperial army had to step in before the city decided to riot. Running dry is certainly not the best thing to do right now. You wanted your city intact, dammit.
But as you got to the Imperial Palace, the emperor himself was there to greet you, a warm smile on his face. "Vasily Aristov! It seems you're the man of the hour right now." Alexander stated. "Defeating the Mongols in a blizzard, coming out of the snow like angels striking the damned. The reports were certainly dramatic reads."
You frowned. "There will be more Mongols to kill. Of that, I can assure you."
"While I am disappointed that you did not accept my kind offer earlier, we both have bigger things to worry about." He said. He then saw Zima. "My lady." He bowed his head slightly and kissed her hand. "It seems the rumors about your beauty were true."
"Flattering." Zima replied in a dull tone, ripping her hand away from Alexander's and firmly taking yours.
Alexander then cleared his throat, slightly taken aback, though you could see a hint of jealousy in his eyes. "Follow me."
He led you through the imperial palace towards the throne room, and you smelled something as you walked through. It was a strange sulfury smell that made you want to cover your mouth. It was like you were inhaling toxic smoke.
When Alexander sat down on his throne he rolled his neck. "I received the will that you sent and showed it to my advisors to confirm it was real." He looked at Zima. "Jan is a snake, who has stolen your rightful inheritance Princess Zima. And do you know what your people do to snakes?"
Zima nodded. "We cut off their heads."
Alexander gave a small smile. "Right you are. But I have more things in store for your traitorous cousin."
"And what would that be?" You asked.
Alexander looked to his right of his throne, where a sword lay within arm's reach.
You smiled. "I didn't think you were one to get your hands dirty."
"I have my moments. And humiliation before execution is always cathartic." Alexander replied. "Now I'm going to ask you to go with Howlett to the balcony. We have a prince to deal with."
Howlett walked out of the shadows behind you, you barely noticed him as he said in a quiet voice. "Follow me Prince Aristov."
Howlett led you through the hallways an up a stairway until you overlooked the throne room.
Howlett stopped and turned to you and Zima. "He may not show it, but Alexander respects you for keeping this quiet. You may not know it, but if this went public, his reputation would have been damaged irreversibly."
"How?" You asked.
"An unlawful succession happening under his nose without a hint of suspicion from the emperor," Howlett allowed himself to frown. "Would set a dangerous precedent."
"Ah." You said with a click of your teeth. "But why are we waiting up here?"
Howlett's frown disappeared and was replaced with a wry smile. "Drama, Price Aristov. The Emperor has a flair for the dramatic on occasion. This is one of them."
"Great, we're just parts of a show to him." Zima complained looking down at the emperor. Alexander was indeed sitting on the throne lazily as if he was waiting for some sort of show to start.
"Indeed." Howlett replied with a nod.
An hour seemed to pass before the throne room doors opened again. Footsteps sounding like a marching column entered your ears. Men clad in armor and bearing weapons marched in formation, with a man draped in finery at their head. Silks and other expensive fabric clothed him, and the crown of a prince adorned on his head. Alexander was sitting up straight, ready for his act to begin.
Gone was the laziness, in front of you, was a cold, calculating man who was scanning the room for anything to use to his advantage in anything, from conversation to a weapon.
The soldiers were imperial soldiers, and you could see from the face of Jan, he was surprised.
"My emperor." Jan knelt down in front of the Emperor. "You requested my presence, and I am at ready to do as you ask."
Alexander stood up and walked forward. "At my service and ready to do anything I command... My favorite way of saying 'kiss my ass'. But it is also the coward's way of hiding guilt when a crime has committed." He knew exactly what he said, and he was provoking a reaction from Jan.
It worked flawlessly. "Pardon, my emperor?" Jan said dumbfounded. "I don't understand."
"Of course you understand False Prince Jan. According to the will by your late aunt, you are not even worthy of your title. And have stolen it from someone whom your aunt thought was far more worthy than a sniveling coward who quails at the sight of blood and would rather spend his days in drunken debauchery then deal with actual matters of state."
Alexander pulled out a piece of parchment, the will with the unbroken seal.
Jan stood up. "Where did you get that!?" He demanded.
"Oh? I thought you were at my service and ready to do anything I command. If you still have a faint flicker of loyalty, then I command you to listen to me read this piece of parchment." Alexander stated.
Jan was shaking, wanting to do something to stop the emperor, but he looked around and knew there was nothing he could do.
"I'll skip the boring part because we both know who wrote this will and I want to get to the exciting part," Alexander stated as he glanced down at the parchment once to be sure. "In this last will and testament, following a lengthy council with both my lords and my family, The throne of Poland, and all my territories shall be inherited, by my lawful decree, to Zima Królowa, my niece of Patryk Królowa and Alva Von Bebenburg." Alexander set the will back into his pocket and smirked at Jan. "I believe you can bring them down Howlett."
Howlett led you back down the way you came. And when Jan saw you both, he tried to shake out of the control of the guards who were holding him down. But he failed. "YOU!" He screamed in anguish.
"Auntie would be ashamed of you," Zima said as she walked forward and slapped him. "How dare you disrespect her wishes in death and…" Zima was so angry that she couldn't properly get the words out. "Bastardize her legacy. The legacy of our family and our people!"
Jan spat up onto her face. "You have no right to talk about the legacy of our people you german whore!"
That made you snap. You pushed Zima aside and picked up that bastard by the throat.
"Call my wife a whore again you coward! DO IT AGAIN AND I'LL MAKE YOU BEG FOR DEATH!"
"Vasily, please put him down. I have not properly given him his sentence yet." Alexander said, now looking unconcerned of the murder that might happen in front of him.
"Than hurry up so I can rip his throat out." You growled. "He has stolen and dishonored my wife for too long with his very presence being the ultimate insult to honor."
"Fair enough," Alexander stated. "But first the crown."
You yanked the crown off of Jan's head and threw it to Alexander. "Princess Zima, please kneel."
Zima did as he asked. "Do you, Princess Zima of house Królowa, swear to me loyalty, honor and to protect this empire and all of its citizens as The Grand Princess of Poland?"
"I do my emperor." Zima replied.
"Than rise, and serve me well Grand Princess…." He paused and allowed Zima to stand up. He looked at you and Jan. "Jan Królowa. For the crimes of unlawful succession, attempted destruction of legal documents, and unlawful rule over a province of the empire... I sentence you to die a traitor's death. To be hanged, drawn and quartered."
Jan wanted to scream but you punched him in the face and prevented that from occurring. "I hope you burn in hell!" You snarled as you dropped Jan to the floor, letting him fall to the ground, unconscious.
Reward: Zima is now Legally the Grand Princess of Poland. New action available.
AN: Enjoy.
