A Knife in the Dark.
Henrique, King of Georgia.
Romanos, Chancellor of the Kingdom of Georgia.
Demetrios, Spymaster of the Kingdom of Georgia.
Akakide, uncle of King Henrique and Marshal in the Kingdom of Georgia.
Ah, this was better.
This was not some poor little castle on the edge of the earth, in some backwater province bordering the Moorish glory. This was a real palace. This place had some class, some character. This place was truly fit for his royal personage.
Henrique Bagratuni sat in the great throne of Georgia, having arrived only a few days ago from Portugal. His first action had been to give away the little duchy to his idiot brother, making him a Prince in order to appease him.
His brother was loyal, however. And definitely somebody he could trust.
Henrique had acted quickly. He had replaced his mother with a man named Romanus, a genius diplomat fleeing from the ruins of Byzantium, and much better qualified than Elvira- with the added benefit that he owed his and his family's life to Henrique, and would be far easier to manipulate.
His mother, on the other hand, would try to dominate him, and he had thus had her executed as the killer of his grandfather.
He knew who the real killer was, of course. The Greek had dug up some documents for him, and was able to prove that it was Hovhannes. Another reason to put him in charge of Porto- he had effectively given him the throne of Georgia, and that deserved some reward.
Oh, and the little fact that he did not want a murderer in the court, obviously.
Henrique knew Demetrios of old, and thus knew his loyalty to his King was assured. Nothing would make Demetrios turn against the rightful ruler of his state. The same went for Maria Knytling, the wife of Akakide.
Akakide himself posed something of a conundrum. Henrique had planned to blackmail or, if necessary, kill him, though since his military skill was of such value to Georgia he would have preferred not to.
But it seemed that was not necessary, for Akakide had gone mad. He kept on rubbing his hands and washing them, mumbling something about a spot. He was still an excellent general, and far better qualified than everyone else in the kingdom- but that was all his feeble brain could concentrate on now. He could not cause any conspiracies or plots.
And so, that was that. Nothing in this kingdom could cause his downfall. He had it all planned out.
Henrique smiled his famous smile once more. Now he he could start. Now he could unleash himself on the East, ready to lay waste to whatever was necessary to take down this world.
He was going to like it here...
Enewald- The patron saint of the suicidal.