Mecklenburg: Stabilizing.
"You have proposed to the king, to have Alexander appointed as his Majesties heir?": Kessler asked. Semira had not told him in person, but once news reaches the ears of any servant, it will reach the ears of every servant. And the more people hearing the news, the easier it would become for them to accept it and the harder it would become to convince the populace otherwise.
"Indeed I did. Do you think it a bad idea, Kessler?"
"No, my Lady. I just did not expect this. This means that Alexander will become a target now, even more than he already was."
"He is protected well enough Kessler. Do not worry. Could you walk with me to my rooms? I have some things I would like you to take care of."
"But of course my Lady." Kessler did not seem all too happy to see the precious son of Jylland making his way to the throne. Semira though that Kessler would love to lock both her and her son up in a golden cage, to make sure nothing would happen to what was left of his general's inheritance.
Semira remained silent for a couple of minutes, while they made their way to her private quarters. Blois was away, taking care of business in Rome. Brendan was more of a clerk than a real commanding officer, so the only one left to use, was Kessler. She knew the man was a capable commander, but she also knew that he was a poor diplomat and poor administrator. Even though the planned operation was minor when compared to the ongoing war against the Great Turk, it was still important for the stabilization of the home front. Perhaps she would join Kessler to take care of the aftermath. She could even take her son with her, it would be good for the boy to start getting used to campaigning as soon as possible.
"Kessler, we need to take care of business in our immediate surroundings, as well as taking care of our oversea war with the Turk. You know this don't you?"
"Immediate surroundings? No, not really, my Lady. What do you mean?"
"We are beset on all sides, by nations that wish for our downfall, Kessler. Even the pope is said to not be pleased by the fact that it was us and not the papal army that freed Rome."
"The pope? You have to be kidding my Lady? Does the pope wish for our demise?"
"He does, Kessler. It is said the Pope will even reconcile with the English if it means he can strike at our capitol."
"What? Really? But that's terrible, our armies are fighting for Christianity and even the Pope wants to strike while our main army is away? How far have they all fallen?"
"Pretty far indeed. Do you understand what we must do now, then?"
Kessler looked at his Lady, dumbstruck. "I’m sorry, my Lady. I don't. I'm not much of a thinker. I’m a soldier and nothing more."
"It's a soldier we need here, Kessler. If we would need a clerk I would not be talking to you."
That seemed to bolster Kessler's confidence. "If you need a soldier then I'm your man, my Lady."
"Good. I have already made some plans. I would like you to prepare the Second Army, so we can move out in a week. Make sure we have enough rations for at least a month or two."
"It will be done, my lady."
As long as he had direct orders, he proved capable enough. Semira thought that was a good thing, too much independent thinking could only lead to rebellion. As she opened the door to her chambers, she was thinking whether it would be too early to have someone commence the weapon training with her son. Perhaps during the campaign?
Cyprus had sworn fealty to Mecklenburg. As Michael had promised the operation had succeeded without any major incidents. Blois was sifting to the reports the returning fleet has brought with them. It seemed Michael had managed to get even more information regarding the Ottoman state of affairs, than Blois had hoped for. Rebels funded by the Mecklenburgian gold and armed by the Austrians, where starting to take over in former Byzantine lands.
A letter send by the royal post service, informed him regarding Semira's newest plot for power. It seemed she would not accept even minor threats in the homeland. It was more of a skirmish than a real war, the resources involved were minor and Kessler knew how to command an army. Since Semira decided to join the campaign, Blois knew he would not have to worry about the diplomatic side either.
Instead he would focus on the task at hand. The Ottomans were having problems, but not enough to make them sign a peace favorable to Mecklenburg. The Austrians also seemed powerless to advance further into the Balkans. If Mecklenburg was to gain any benefits from this war, they would have to take matter into their own hands.
Perhaps the rebels in Salonika offered a chance. They had proclaimed themselves the new Byzantine Empire, but only held one city and its surrounding lands. Salonika would make for an excellent starting point for a land based campaign.
If properly executed Blois thought the combined naval blockade and the threat of an incursion into the Ottoman heart land would force Mehmed to the peace table. Some spies reported that the sacker of Byzantium and Rome was growing tired and aged quickly, having to deal with rebellions in all of his lands.
Just the other day, Mehmed had ordered a suicide mission to take back Rome. A meager fleet consisting of a few transports and even less warships made their way to Rome, dropping a shell of an army. Blois had feared for a moment it was a trap, but it seemed Mehmed Fatih had spent all of his guile. All the enemy ships were sunk and the soldiers killed or taken prisoner.
"Michael." It was a good thing he kept Michael close by, if he would let his aid do as he pleased it would be impossible to keep track of him.
"What is it, oh great mastermind. I'm so bored, why won’t you let me off the hook for, say a day or two?"
Blois ignored his friends babbling. "Another mission, Michael."
"A mission? Why didn't you say so. I’m itching for some action. Cyprus is already too long ago. What government should I topple single handedly this time?"
Blois pointed at the map.
"Aha that will be fun. Great I'll get to it immediately."