The Regency
In Which A Monarch Is Selected
(22August 1690 – 26 May 1694)
“In seventeen hundred and ninety six,
Build your homes with rotted sticks.
For then great wars shall be planned,
And fire shall sweep o’er the land.”
“Ach. Whose idea was it to hire this woman? She is intolerably depressing.”
“Perspective, Mikael. She hasn’t murdered anyone yet. And also, we couldn’t find anyone else to take the job.
“Still. Mebbe we can rip out her tongue?”
“Oh stop it. You can’t have a mute and illiterate Assistant Laureate. How could she pass on her poetry?”
“Wait, wasn’t there a mime Assistant Laureate once? And what about Audun? He never did any poems…we just reclassified his murders as ‘performance art.’ I think we have a precedent.”
Mother Shipton glared at Mikael. “Wait. Another prophecy just came to me.
“A dairy maid, a bonnie lass,
shall kick this Mikael in the ass.
And five generations he shall breed,
before one male child doth learn to read.”
“Okay, enough games. We came here to discuss ending the Regency. I know that’s not a popular concept, since, you know, being Regents is lots of fun, but we really have to do something.”
“Well, as we all know, the direct Royal line has passed on. While there is still a Royal line in Portugal, they have enough on their plate. And as for the Irish Crovans. Well, they are all worthless, backstabbing, squabbling monsters. We certainly can’t consider them.
Clearly, we need an Emperor. Clearly that Emperor must be Crovan. Since there aren’t any potential Royal replacements, I think we need to think outside the box. I nominate my son Ottokar. All in favor?”
“Aye”
“Aye”
“Is this where I’m supposed to say ‘aye?’
“Er…well, yes.”
“Okay. ‘Aye.’ Now where’s the drink you promised me?”
“Well, that’s close enough, I guess that makes Ottokar the new…”
Suddenly, Alice burst into the room. “Great news everyone! The Portuguese rose up and expelled the Crovan Royal Family. Queen Caitilin has been deposed!”
“Well what the Hell’s so great about that?”
“Think about it: Our objection to the Portuguese Crovans was that they would link us to a lesser nation. Now that they’ve been kicked out, we can simply place them on the throne. The Pal-Crovans are direct descendants of Duke Erlend himself, so its even a Restoration of the Erlend-Crovan line which lost the Empire in the 1380’s.
So you see? The taint of ‘faux-Crovans’ can be removed and the Empire can be restored all at once. I’ve taken the liberty of summoning Caitilin for an Imperial Coronation.”
…
“Well shit.”
So, Hough’s scheme to place his son on the throne is foiled at the last moment…by Portuguese peasants! Who is Caitilin? Will she get the throne? Will Mikael make good on his threats? Find out on the next exciting episode of