1619-1623: Ladislav Is Not Happy With This Turn Of Events
So an Emperor has passed and Gunnar III mounts an uneasy Throne. Will Dagmar’s crime be discovered? How safe is Gunnar? Find out on the next exciting episode of The Adventures of the Crovan Clan 2: The World Is Way Too Much!
Erik III “The Conqueror” Dansson Crovan
Emperor of the Crovan Empire, King of the East and West Vikings and of the Skraelings, Lord of Sino, Pontifix Maximus, Rightful King of All Poland and of the Germans, Life-President of the Sino Trade Company.
In Which A Comfy Pillow Makes An Appearance
(3 January 1619 – 11 August 1623)
At the conclusion of the Great Imperial War, Erik was brought home in a litter. He’d been shot at the Battle of Mainz and, while he could still walk, it was only with great difficulty. It was a hero’s welcome. The wounded Emperor was propped up in his bed where he addressed his chief ministers and Lords.
Erik smiled. “It was Glorious was it not?
“Indeed, Sire it was. Truly Glorious. Your ancestors are no doubt in awe.”
“Yes. I have matched their great deeds this day!”
“Ha! When 300,000 men and over 100 warships move at one and at your command…”
“Sometimes it’s a little easy to get carried away, like when I lost the Horse Guards in that charge.”
“Still though, what a great thrashing they suffered. I’d probably still be killing Bohemians except for the injuries I suffered at the Battle of Mainz. I decided after that to just humiliate them at the peace table rather than obliterate them…for now.”
“Still. The peace signing.” Erik sighed. “The best day of my life.”
Erik’s thoughts drifted back to that heady February meeting.
“Ah yes. Good times.”
Oh, Peder, could you go get Kennet, I need him to draw up a writ for me.”
“Of course, sire.” Peder, and the rest, filed out of the room.
"Rest now, son." Ragnhild tousled her son's hair before leaving the room."
"Bye Dad!" Gunnar trotted out behind his Grandmother.
Erik watched his son leave the room shaking his head.
"God what an oaf," he muttered absently. Then he noticed Dagmar, the last one in the room, inching towards the door.
“Oh, Dagmar, wait a moment, I have something to tell you.”
“Yes father?”
“Well, first, if you pull that bun any tighter, I think your nose will split. Ha. But seriously. I wanted to let you know that I accidently spit out another Bastard during the war. His name’s Bard. Seems like a nice enough kid. Anyway, since I’ve got two sons now, I’m going to go ahead bump you from the succession. It was a good try kid, but oh well.”
“What!” Dagmar was enraged. “Bump me from the succession? You think you can just toss me aside so your imbecile son and some infant troll you’ve hoisted on some random whore can steal my birthright! Well! Answer me you Oaf!”
“murphful furfle bruffle”
*struggle*
*flail*
*hurf*
As her rage cooled Dagmar started and lifted the pillow off her father’s face. She felt his wrist for a pulse and pinched his mouth and nose closed to see if he’d react at all.
He didn’t.
“Well shit.” Dagmar slipped out into the hallway, checking to be sure she was unobserved.
Emperor of the Crovan Empire, King of the East and West Vikings and of the Skraelings, Lord of Sino, Pontifix Maximus, Rightful King of All Poland and of the Germans, Life-President of the Sino Trade Company.
In Which A Comfy Pillow Makes An Appearance
(3 January 1619 – 11 August 1623)
At the conclusion of the Great Imperial War, Erik was brought home in a litter. He’d been shot at the Battle of Mainz and, while he could still walk, it was only with great difficulty. It was a hero’s welcome. The wounded Emperor was propped up in his bed where he addressed his chief ministers and Lords.
Erik smiled. “It was Glorious was it not?
“Indeed, Sire it was. Truly Glorious. Your ancestors are no doubt in awe.”
“Yes. I have matched their great deeds this day!”
“Ha! When 300,000 men and over 100 warships move at one and at your command…”
“Sometimes it’s a little easy to get carried away, like when I lost the Horse Guards in that charge.”
“Still though, what a great thrashing they suffered. I’d probably still be killing Bohemians except for the injuries I suffered at the Battle of Mainz. I decided after that to just humiliate them at the peace table rather than obliterate them…for now.”
“Still. The peace signing.” Erik sighed. “The best day of my life.”
Erik’s thoughts drifted back to that heady February meeting.
“Ah yes. Good times.”
Oh, Peder, could you go get Kennet, I need him to draw up a writ for me.”
“Of course, sire.” Peder, and the rest, filed out of the room.
"Rest now, son." Ragnhild tousled her son's hair before leaving the room."
"Bye Dad!" Gunnar trotted out behind his Grandmother.
Erik watched his son leave the room shaking his head.
"God what an oaf," he muttered absently. Then he noticed Dagmar, the last one in the room, inching towards the door.
“Oh, Dagmar, wait a moment, I have something to tell you.”
“Yes father?”
“Well, first, if you pull that bun any tighter, I think your nose will split. Ha. But seriously. I wanted to let you know that I accidently spit out another Bastard during the war. His name’s Bard. Seems like a nice enough kid. Anyway, since I’ve got two sons now, I’m going to go ahead bump you from the succession. It was a good try kid, but oh well.”
“What!” Dagmar was enraged. “Bump me from the succession? You think you can just toss me aside so your imbecile son and some infant troll you’ve hoisted on some random whore can steal my birthright! Well! Answer me you Oaf!”
“murphful furfle bruffle”
*struggle*
*flail*
*hurf*
As her rage cooled Dagmar started and lifted the pillow off her father’s face. She felt his wrist for a pulse and pinched his mouth and nose closed to see if he’d react at all.
He didn’t.
“Well shit.” Dagmar slipped out into the hallway, checking to be sure she was unobserved.
So an Emperor has passed and Gunnar III mounts an uneasy Throne. Will Dagmar’s crime be discovered? How safe is Gunnar? Find out on the next exciting episode of The Adventures of the Crovan Clan 2: The World Is Way Too Much!
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