Emperor Konrad VI
The news had travelled relatively quickly. First it found its way to the Duke of Saxony’s heir Albrecht Askanien, currently in Steiermark suppressing a revolt. Albrecht, as the King of Italy’s future brother-in-law, had despatched word across the Adriatic post-haste.
Konrad of Italy, presently commanding an army outside Pisa, was left to reel at the loss of his grandfather, the titan who had ruled the Holy Roman Empire for four decades. ‘’A lowborn Serbian?’’
Guido of Milan, the Chancellor, nodded in affirmation. ‘’Named Vladimir, in service to the rebel Martin of Bosnia. It seems the Emperor plunged forth into the fighting, despite his… debilities.’’
He was ever so eager for a glorious death. ‘’The how of it matters not. Are the men left there sufficient to relieve my mother?’’
‘’Duke Cenek thinks so, your grace.’’
‘’Very well. Write to my grandsire’s council in Palermo. The men of Sicily must be raised to march against the Pisans.’’
Gingerly, Guido felt compelled to mention the elephant in the room. ‘’And the empire?’’
Konrad grimaced. ‘’That seems to be beyond us, at the minute, though it should be watched keenly nevertheless.’’
***
The thirty-six year old Konrad VI of Nordgau was a man of little distinction. He had a Hohenstaufen pedigree as an agnatic descendant of the great Stupor Mundi by the bastard Federico of Antioch, though he himself bore his mother’s surname of von Urach. Nordgau he had ruled without incident for three decades, and he made a modest contribution to the recent Crusade by leading its troops to Anatolia.
It was this man whom the electors now exalted to the Imperial Throne. Their reasons are a matter of some dispute. A pious, amiable, Crusader may have had much appeal to the episcopal electors. Those with darker motives may have also preferred an emperor who could only call upon the small duchy of Nordgau, as compared to one capable of calling upon the might of Italy.
The latter party would, however, be speedily disappointed, as the new Emperor Konrad VI von Urach took immediate steps to expand his patrimony. As Count of Breisgau he had been well known to the Swabian nobility for some three decades- three decades in which Swabia had felt somewhat neglected by the imperial Hohenstaufen.
It was thus, as one of his first acts, that the Emperor forcibly seized Swabia from his young namesake. This was a gamble, but the Italian Konrad was otherwise engaged in his war for Pisa, and as an unknown youth had few allies.
Indeed, many of the old Hohenstaufen loyalists cleaved to the new regime. Duke Adalbert Meinhardiner of Tyrol and Provence, whose father had been a long-serving steward of the old Emperor, was named Chancellor of the new von Urach regime. Rudolf of Baden, one of those neglected Swabian vassals, was similarly named a councillor by Konrad VI.
Duke Stefan of Saxony, whose daughter Gerberga was betrothed to Konrad of Italy and who had been a marshal under Konrad V, was busy with the revolt in Steiermark. Duke Zikmund Meinharder of Austria, whose father had risen so high in Hohenstaufen service, was an uncertain teen in thrall to his much older wife.
Nevertheless, the younger Konrad would not take the insult lying down…
The faint din of the sack could be heard outside, and the smell of acrid smoke had also filtered in to the great chamber. The throne previously occupied by Doge Sciarra the Great had been hurled over. Steward Liutprand was wafting about an ornate mace liberated from Sciarra’s armoury, said to be his reward for participation in the recent crusade.
The King paid him little heed. ‘’This will not stand.’’
‘’We cannot take him militarily.’’ Guido shrugged apologetically.
‘’There are other ways to indicate our displeasure.’’ This from the spymaster, Duke Jean II de Brienne of Apulia.
Liutprand momentarily stopped playing with the mace. ‘’Nothing too blatant, I hope. No blabbering assassins in the emperor’s bedchamber.’’
‘’That would be too extreme.’’ Konrad rubbed his chin.
‘’Have you something more… proportionate, your grace?’’ asked Jean.
‘’He will need the Pope to crown him to secure his position. No passage will be granted for him to pass through Italy.’’
‘’That is sure to provoke hostility, Papal as well as Imperial.’’ Guido noted.
‘’
He provoked the hostility, and will live with its consequences. As for the Pope, I think he needs to be relieved of his vast temporal territories so that he might focus on spiritual matters. The Papal States have been a scar across Italy for too long.’’
Guido remained uncertain. ‘’A powerful enemy to make.’’
‘’My family have survived unfriendly Popes.’’
‘’You are certain of this course of action?’’ Inquired Guido.
‘’I am. This is what my grandsire planned for- a Hohenstaufen bastion south of the Alps, where the emperor’s writ need not run.’’
‘’And will that be our only stratagem?’’ Jean seemed more enthusiastic than the Chancellor.
‘’No. Release Duke Boleslav. It is no longer the Hohenstaufen’s concern if the Premyslids nurse imperial pretensions. Duke Adalbert’s perfidy must also be punished. We march on Verona when the Pisans concede.’’
Notes
I don't know why the Duchy of Swabia got automatically usurped by the new Emperor, but I've tried to justify it in-universe.
Writing a thesis over the next three months
so updates may grow even patchier.