June, 1617
"All reverence to Nasir, first of his name, King of Valentia!"
The palace square in Iska rang with the herald's words, announcing the ascension of the exiled nephew to the former king's empty throne. The people, wary of repercussions following the mob's behavior within the palace itself on the night of the old king's death, sang the new king's praises with as much hope and joy as they dared. Would he punish, or pardon' How long would they have to wait until they knew for sure"
Curious eyes turned to the balcony high above, a place that was known to be close to the king's own chambers; other eyes turned toward the Palace of Pearls, in which the harem had been gathered once again. They all knew the new king's mother had taken charge, had repopulated the harem after the attack. They all knew Lady Shahista would have more than a little influence on the policies her son implemented in the days and weeks to come. Yet more were curious about the presence of Carib Horse Lords, and the High King's son, Prince Felipe. Pomerania's hand stretched across the continent, reinforcing their king's place on his new throne, reminding Valentia of their former fealty and of the strength of the Goddess through her Church. It would be a fool who pushed back, especially after watching the way Carib had been brought to heel.
Within the palace itself, in the grand hall where court was held and governance took place, Prince Felipe stood behind the throne of the new king, one hand resting lightly on the sword at his hip. His eyes scanned the room, noting those who seemed nervous, those who seemed too bold. There were too many men here, he thought, grateful for the presence of the eight Horse Lords who stood guard alongside the Valentin guardsmen. Too many men whose allegiance was unclear. They had to discover the heretics here in the palace in short order, or Nasir would not long be in control of his own land.
Without realizing it, Felipe found himself glancing upward, toward the screened gallery above, behind which Lady Shahista and her lady-companion watched the court below. Yes, if she could surround her son with men loyal to him and to the Church, then Felipe would feel confident to leave. He had faith in Nasir, despite the man's lack of training for the role he now filled. There was a certain fire in him that reminded the Pomeran prince of his older brothers.
As for Nasir, though he might look the part, he did not so much feel it; and though he might look confident sitting there on what had until recently been his uncle's throne, he did not feel confident. If it were not for the guards and the Horse Lords flanking him, he would feel naked. Though he could not say he grieved his uncle's death, he had been told of the atrocities that had followed and could not help but wonder how far the heretics were willing to go to secure control of Valentia. Would they dare raise a hand against him or his mother" Not now, perhaps, but later" He had come to know Felipe during the journey here, as well as in Carib, and was happy to call him friend, but how were they going to root out the traitors and bring them to justice" That was the first problem at hand. Once they solved that, perhaps there could be peace. Perhaps he could learn to be a good king to his people. Perhaps.
Aaron Shanin, one of the few men Nasir could be absolutely confident of, approached the throne, bowing low before his king as the murmur of voices came to a halt.
"Majesty," he intoned, his voice low but piercing, "the people fear reprisals for the attack on the palace. What are your orders, that they may be told who must fear and who must not?"
Nasir frowned at the question, not because he was not sure how to answer but because he needed his people to know that he took the attacks seriously and that he would not tolerate any further such violence in the future.
"Attack is not a strong enough word for the atrocities which took place here in Iska." He moved slowly to his feet, so that he could look out on his people and have them know that he was not someone to be trifled with, no matter how inexperienced he might be. "Let it be known that I, King Nasir of Valentia, will not tolerate such violence against my people. Only those who are guilty of such atrocities need fear reprisal, but let them be warned - we will find those responsible and they will receive their just punishments."
Felipe was watching the nervous men of the government as Nasir spoke. Several of them blanched, glanced tellingly toward the bolder men. He caught the eye of Erkan Fehr, and the older man nodded. He'd seen it, too. Those men would be questioned, later.
"It shall be proclaimed, majesty," Aaron Shanin declared, bowing to the king before turning to pass word to the herald outside.
Felipe bent to speak quietly to Nasir. "There are too many enemies in here," he murmured. "Do what needs to be done and return to the security of your quarters, or the Palace of Pearls. Your loyalists know who to target next."
Perhaps it was foolish to make such a declaration in public so soon after being crowned King, but Nasir needed his enemies to know that he would not tolerate any further violence. He needed them to know that the guilty parties would be found and dealt with, whether that put his own life in danger or not. He had put his life in the hands of those he trusted in order to flush out the heretics, and it seemed from the looks on a few faces in the crowd, they had accomplished just that.
Nasir's expression remained stoic as Felipe whispered in his ear. "Close the palace gates!" he ordered with an outward sweep of his hand. "No one leaves until the guilty parties are found," he said, in no uncertain terms.
There was an outcry from the men in the hall, a surge of movement toward the throne, but the guards, at least, were loyal to their king. The Valentin men drew their swords to hold back the surge as the Horse Lords blocked the way to the king; the sound of doors slamming open betrayed that other guards were moving to obey.
"Good," Felipe murmured. "They need to be separated and watched."
Nasir murmured an assent with a short nod of his head, but remained where he was, refusing to appear alarmed at the surge of movement toward the throne, confident those loyal to the throne would protect him. He had not been so brave or confident when he'd been exiled a few years ago, but he had been a different man then.
"This is dangerous, Felipe," he murmured quietly to his friend and ally. "We may have stirred a hornet's nest."
"Far better to sort the wheat from the chaff before it has a chance to take root," Felipe assured his friend. "Things will be tense for a week, perhaps a little longer. There will be executions. And while you and I are cleaning house in the palace and government, my brother's agents will be doing the same in the city." Stephan and Maksim's letter crinkled in his belt as he bowed a little lower. "We need you surrounded by friends and allies, and we will do it," he promised his friend. "Although your mother seems a little more determined that you breed as many of the concubines in the harem as you can."
"The sooner I produce an heir, the sooner we secure the throne," Nasir explained, though the thought of choosing from all the women his mother had chosen for him did very little to excite him. It was the way of his people, but the thought of impregnating as many of the harem as he could sounded exhausting.
"Let us hope Lady Shahista is as discerning with the harem as your people are with your court," Felipe murmured, watching as the hall finally began to calm. "Will you be visiting her in the Palace of Pearls now?" he asked softly. That was the one place he could not accompany the king - nor could any of the king's guards. Even the armed guards in the harem palace were female.
"If I do not, she will be offended. Do you know the saying, 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'?" he asked, watching as the people in the hall calmed and quieted. "One does not scorn my mother and escape retribution, but she misses me. Perhaps she will go soft on me," he said, turning his head slightly toward Felipe with the faintest of smiles on his face.
"That does sound familiar," Felipe mused softly, a faint smile of his own showing in his eyes. "But then, my mother is your aunt, after all. They obviously learned it from the same woman."
"That they did," Nasir said, turning to Felipe and laying a hand on his shoulder, demonstrating to all who were paying attention his trust in this young man who not only his friend and ally, but his cousin. "I will leave you to it then, and see what intrigues my mother has planned," he said with a hint of amusement in his eyes, despite the gravity of the situation.
"All reverence to Nasir, first of his name, King of Valentia!"
The palace square in Iska rang with the herald's words, announcing the ascension of the exiled nephew to the former king's empty throne. The people, wary of repercussions following the mob's behavior within the palace itself on the night of the old king's death, sang the new king's praises with as much hope and joy as they dared. Would he punish, or pardon' How long would they have to wait until they knew for sure"
Curious eyes turned to the balcony high above, a place that was known to be close to the king's own chambers; other eyes turned toward the Palace of Pearls, in which the harem had been gathered once again. They all knew the new king's mother had taken charge, had repopulated the harem after the attack. They all knew Lady Shahista would have more than a little influence on the policies her son implemented in the days and weeks to come. Yet more were curious about the presence of Carib Horse Lords, and the High King's son, Prince Felipe. Pomerania's hand stretched across the continent, reinforcing their king's place on his new throne, reminding Valentia of their former fealty and of the strength of the Goddess through her Church. It would be a fool who pushed back, especially after watching the way Carib had been brought to heel.
Within the palace itself, in the grand hall where court was held and governance took place, Prince Felipe stood behind the throne of the new king, one hand resting lightly on the sword at his hip. His eyes scanned the room, noting those who seemed nervous, those who seemed too bold. There were too many men here, he thought, grateful for the presence of the eight Horse Lords who stood guard alongside the Valentin guardsmen. Too many men whose allegiance was unclear. They had to discover the heretics here in the palace in short order, or Nasir would not long be in control of his own land.
Without realizing it, Felipe found himself glancing upward, toward the screened gallery above, behind which Lady Shahista and her lady-companion watched the court below. Yes, if she could surround her son with men loyal to him and to the Church, then Felipe would feel confident to leave. He had faith in Nasir, despite the man's lack of training for the role he now filled. There was a certain fire in him that reminded the Pomeran prince of his older brothers.
As for Nasir, though he might look the part, he did not so much feel it; and though he might look confident sitting there on what had until recently been his uncle's throne, he did not feel confident. If it were not for the guards and the Horse Lords flanking him, he would feel naked. Though he could not say he grieved his uncle's death, he had been told of the atrocities that had followed and could not help but wonder how far the heretics were willing to go to secure control of Valentia. Would they dare raise a hand against him or his mother" Not now, perhaps, but later" He had come to know Felipe during the journey here, as well as in Carib, and was happy to call him friend, but how were they going to root out the traitors and bring them to justice" That was the first problem at hand. Once they solved that, perhaps there could be peace. Perhaps he could learn to be a good king to his people. Perhaps.
Aaron Shanin, one of the few men Nasir could be absolutely confident of, approached the throne, bowing low before his king as the murmur of voices came to a halt.
"Majesty," he intoned, his voice low but piercing, "the people fear reprisals for the attack on the palace. What are your orders, that they may be told who must fear and who must not?"
Nasir frowned at the question, not because he was not sure how to answer but because he needed his people to know that he took the attacks seriously and that he would not tolerate any further such violence in the future.
"Attack is not a strong enough word for the atrocities which took place here in Iska." He moved slowly to his feet, so that he could look out on his people and have them know that he was not someone to be trifled with, no matter how inexperienced he might be. "Let it be known that I, King Nasir of Valentia, will not tolerate such violence against my people. Only those who are guilty of such atrocities need fear reprisal, but let them be warned - we will find those responsible and they will receive their just punishments."
Felipe was watching the nervous men of the government as Nasir spoke. Several of them blanched, glanced tellingly toward the bolder men. He caught the eye of Erkan Fehr, and the older man nodded. He'd seen it, too. Those men would be questioned, later.
"It shall be proclaimed, majesty," Aaron Shanin declared, bowing to the king before turning to pass word to the herald outside.
Felipe bent to speak quietly to Nasir. "There are too many enemies in here," he murmured. "Do what needs to be done and return to the security of your quarters, or the Palace of Pearls. Your loyalists know who to target next."
Perhaps it was foolish to make such a declaration in public so soon after being crowned King, but Nasir needed his enemies to know that he would not tolerate any further violence. He needed them to know that the guilty parties would be found and dealt with, whether that put his own life in danger or not. He had put his life in the hands of those he trusted in order to flush out the heretics, and it seemed from the looks on a few faces in the crowd, they had accomplished just that.
Nasir's expression remained stoic as Felipe whispered in his ear. "Close the palace gates!" he ordered with an outward sweep of his hand. "No one leaves until the guilty parties are found," he said, in no uncertain terms.
There was an outcry from the men in the hall, a surge of movement toward the throne, but the guards, at least, were loyal to their king. The Valentin men drew their swords to hold back the surge as the Horse Lords blocked the way to the king; the sound of doors slamming open betrayed that other guards were moving to obey.
"Good," Felipe murmured. "They need to be separated and watched."
Nasir murmured an assent with a short nod of his head, but remained where he was, refusing to appear alarmed at the surge of movement toward the throne, confident those loyal to the throne would protect him. He had not been so brave or confident when he'd been exiled a few years ago, but he had been a different man then.
"This is dangerous, Felipe," he murmured quietly to his friend and ally. "We may have stirred a hornet's nest."
"Far better to sort the wheat from the chaff before it has a chance to take root," Felipe assured his friend. "Things will be tense for a week, perhaps a little longer. There will be executions. And while you and I are cleaning house in the palace and government, my brother's agents will be doing the same in the city." Stephan and Maksim's letter crinkled in his belt as he bowed a little lower. "We need you surrounded by friends and allies, and we will do it," he promised his friend. "Although your mother seems a little more determined that you breed as many of the concubines in the harem as you can."
"The sooner I produce an heir, the sooner we secure the throne," Nasir explained, though the thought of choosing from all the women his mother had chosen for him did very little to excite him. It was the way of his people, but the thought of impregnating as many of the harem as he could sounded exhausting.
"Let us hope Lady Shahista is as discerning with the harem as your people are with your court," Felipe murmured, watching as the hall finally began to calm. "Will you be visiting her in the Palace of Pearls now?" he asked softly. That was the one place he could not accompany the king - nor could any of the king's guards. Even the armed guards in the harem palace were female.
"If I do not, she will be offended. Do you know the saying, 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'?" he asked, watching as the people in the hall calmed and quieted. "One does not scorn my mother and escape retribution, but she misses me. Perhaps she will go soft on me," he said, turning his head slightly toward Felipe with the faintest of smiles on his face.
"That does sound familiar," Felipe mused softly, a faint smile of his own showing in his eyes. "But then, my mother is your aunt, after all. They obviously learned it from the same woman."
"That they did," Nasir said, turning to Felipe and laying a hand on his shoulder, demonstrating to all who were paying attention his trust in this young man who not only his friend and ally, but his cousin. "I will leave you to it then, and see what intrigues my mother has planned," he said with a hint of amusement in his eyes, despite the gravity of the situation.