This is very overdue...my plan is to finish off the story until Auden's death before CK2 comes out, and then convert the game over to CK2. Fresh viewers, fresh start with Auden's heir, hopefully revitalize this a bit.
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Chapter 49 – Exodus
28th of May, 1084 Anno Domini
Her hips were curvy, her body brought him lust, her cheeks were rosy as she smiled at him. He swallowed and reached back for the laces of her clothes, preparing to pull them and leave her bare. “Astrithr...” he whispered to her.
“Harald...Harald?”
The voice broke the teen from his daydreaming. He glowered at his brother a little, the young Hardeknut, but kept his voice calm. “What is it, brother? What's wrong?”
The young Hvide was in tears and Harald could tell that his brother was distraught about something, but exactly what he was unsure. Although a little uncomfortable, he reached out and placed a calming hand on the young boy's shoulder. “Shhh, easy Hardeknut...what's going on?”
“It's father, and mother...” The boy sniffled. “They're yelling, real loud...I went to see what was wrong but father yelled at me to get out...everyone's heard it but no one knows what's going on...”
Harald sighed deeply, and collected himself, stretching his neck a little before speaking. “I see, thank you for bringing this to my attention, Hardeknut...get the boys together, tell them I want all of you to meet in the usual place. I think I know what's going on, but I'm going to go talk to them first.”
He smiled at his brother and patted his head. “Don't you fret, brother. Nothing bad shall happen to you. Now go.”
Hardeknut nodded dutifully and shuffled off, wiping at tears. Harald sighed deeply and made sure his shirt was well-laced. He wasn't ready for this, but then, he probably never would be – there was only one reason he could think of for those two to fight so bitterly, and he wanted to be there to see what would happen first-hand.
The Hvide heir quickly wrapped the cloth around his hand. Father had delayed his trip to the Baltic for another month so that he could arrange for matters of home defence – it was deemed very likely that the Slavs of Brandenburg would attack Sjælland's newest vassals, and most of the court was concerned about the potential for Denmark to be dragged into the Imperial Civil War. Brandenburg was nominally allied to the Duke of Swabia, who in turn was the leader of the coalition that had risen up against the Emperor – a coalition that, so far, was winning the war. From what he understood, France too was heavily involved, with the Capetian King marching his army towards the Rhine, intent on breaking Frankish power for good. Times seemed poor for the Emperor, and Harald didn't want to see Sjælland aligned against so many powers at once.
Harald, of course, knew far more than he should about the whole situation – at least that was what he believed. Cecilie had begun to put him in contact with her own intelligence network, and explaining how it was constructed – it was complex, he was staggered that she had achieved something with so few resources. As always, when he tried to pry into her secrets, she kept her cards close to her chest. She was a woman of few revelations, it seemed, but he was learning more and more as he went – she wasn't Scandinavian by birth, of that he was sure, and she was once endowed of no small sum of money or power. Why she was here in Denmark, he wasn't sure, but he was thankful to have her as a mentor nonetheless.
His thoughts kept him busy until the first shouts became discernible, and he rounded the corner just in time to see his mother screaming nearly at the top of her lungs at Auden. Harald winced, but stepped in anyways, folding his arms in discontent. It took a few seconds for Auden to notice him, and the Hertug-Biskop did a double take before shaking an angry hand in the direction of the door. “Get out Harald!”
Harald's chin rose defiantly and he answered in one word. “No.”
“What?” Auden snapped, turning fully towards his son. “How dare you defy me!”
“Calm down Father!” Harald snapped, standing straight. He was no small boy and even at this age he nearly matched his own father in height. “You've got half the castle and all of your sons in a confused panic and no one knows what's going on! As your eldest son and heir to the Hvide, I demand you tell me what's going on!”
“You dem-YOU DEMAND?!” Auden snapped and kicked a chair, snapping its legs clean off from the force of the blow. “How...you...” He closed in on Harald, as if to strike, but the boy did not flinch, and continued to stare with those cold, calculating eyes. Auden rubbed at his forehead and then jaw, gritting his teeth a bit before turning.
“Your mother is leaving.” He hissed.
Gro stood in tears and waved her arms hysterically. “I've been framed, don't you get that! It's just one letter, it's not true!”
“Letter?” Harald raised his eyebrow. Had Cecilie...?
“Aye, a letter.” Auden's voice was calmer and more gravelly now, and the youth seemed to have been drained from him. “Multiple eyewitness accounts of my wife's secret pregnancy...of my wife's infidelity...and I am sure she has laid with the man in black, the German who they say follows her in the dark. I have made him the most wanted man in Sjælland, for the crimes of multiple murders. He will not rest easy so long as he is in our borders.”
Harald gritted his teeth. “So at last you have come to believe me, father? That this is not just my paranoia?”
“Believe you? I...” Auden shook his head. “Yes, I believe you, my son. I do not know how, or why, but it seems you are gifted with clairvoyance beyond my own.”
“Auden please...” Gro moved to the Hvide Chieftain, clinging to his arm pitifully. “Please, you know it's not true. I love you, my heart has always been yours, my body has only ever been for you...these rumours are cruel and hateful!”
Auden shook his head. “I love you more than anything, Gro...more than the moon and the stars, nearly as much as the Lord himself. I trusted you...but if the last ten-and-eight years have meant anything to you, you would tell me the truth...is Ernst your son?”
Gro choked, and looked ashamed, as if she would lie. “I...I was drunk, my husband...I was drunk...it was just one night, I was so ashamed I couldn't let you know...I couldn't break your heart.”
Harald squinted. He was quite sure that his mother had spent more than just one night in the arms of another man, but he kept his tongue silent.
Auden wrapped his arms around her and sighed. “My poor, foolish wife...look at what's gotten into your head...you should have just told me...”
Gro stared up at him in shock. “Y-you're not mad?”
“Mad?” Auden snorted. “Of course I'm mad...but it is not you that arouses my anger...no...” He shook his head, looking distant as he held her.
“Father, I...” Harald interrupted. “The one who fathered Ernst is-”
“Skjalm, I know.” Auden choked a little, crying himself. “My own brother, he tried to confess to me, but I would not listen. I could not believe it – I refused to believe it. I always assumed he made it up out of jealousy of what Gro and I had, but now I know that I was the fool...”
The elderly Hvide gave Gro one more soft squeeze, letting the princess cry. Harald felt disgusted, was this truly how it would end, with his mother wiling her way out of one more situation?
“My dear wife...it is not you that I am angry at...it is the devil that has taken your soul.” Auden shook his head and shoved her away violently all at once. She shrieked in surprise as he pinned her down and ripped the cross from his neck, forcing it against her face.
“The sins of the devil have corrupted you, he has led you astray and tried to tarnish the good name of our family and my brother. You shall not leave these chambers, my wife. By the order of the Hvide Clan, by the power invested in me by God himself, I am ordering your banishment, you shall live in exile in the newly built St. Mary Abbey at Riga, where you may contemplate your failures and pray for the Lord's forgiveness. Perhaps once your soul is pure, we shall meet again in the afterlife.”
The Bishop began praying in latin through her shrieking tears, holding her down by the neck until she could hardly breathe, and then at long last he let go, leaving her bruised and choking for air. Harald swallowed and stared in horror, the sudden reaction far more violent than he had expected. Auden collected himself and straightened his garments, then walked past Harald, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“My son, your first moment of Clan business is at hand. I want you make sure arrangements are made for your mother's transport, and do not show her mercy lest the devil win one more soul. You are a man now, prove it to everyone as you have proven it to me – I am leaving for Roskilde, and then for war. I will send for you when I need you, for when two years have passed, I wish for you to join me and gain your first taste of battle. That is all...”
He left without another word. Harald didn't know it, but it would be one of the last times he saw his father. Swallowing, he turned to his sobbing mother, and although reluctant, he moved to check on her. She seemed to be having difficulty breathing, but was alive and laid weakly against the bed. He shook his head, disappointed at the sight, and pained to see his flesh and blood suffering.
“Mother, I...”
She looked at him with sharp eyes. “Y-you...gave him...”
His head shook slowly. “Not me...I don't have a copy of the letter, although I knew what it was. I did try to tell my father, but he wouldn't listen...I didn't think this would happen.”
She laughed weakly, then winced, holding her throat. Her voice was raspy and weak now from the yelling and constriction. “It was Cecilie, I'm sure...” She looked disappointed. “All I wanted, all I wanted was for my own flesh and blood to rule...now it seems I will be locked in a monastery, with no men, no money, no power...”
Harald couldn't feel entirely sorry for her – this was a failure of her own making. His eyes narrowed as he regarded her, and then he chuckled. “Did you try to kill Jens?”
“Kill him? I did, yes...” She chuckled a little. “But it didn't exactly work out – Ernst may be mad, but apparently not mad enough to kill someone he sees as a brother...and I wouldn't send him after you.”
“Ernst is mad?” Harald frowned. “He never looked it...I thought he was just a fool.”
“He hides it well, Harald...” She choked and rubbed at her neck again. “Harald...tell my sons what has transpired...but please, don't tell them what I have done...don't tell them Ernst is my bastard...I want my children to look upon me favourably.”
Harald Audensen sighed deeply, then nodded. “A-alright...I won't tell them. But in exchange I want to know something...why did you pit Ernst against me? Why did you favour Ernst all the time, why is Ernst the one you keep trying to put in power? Why did you try to kill Cecilie?”
“Kill...Cecilie?” She chuckled. “Oh right, that. I didn't think things would go this way, I underestimated how close you were...I never wanted to kill her, just scare her. It'd be too obvious if she suddenly died, her contacts would have found a way to ruin me. And Ernst...favoured...” She laughed. “No, you were the one favoured, Harald. You think I do not know Ernst's incompetence? I love him as a son, but he is not worthy to inherit this land, or the Throne.” She pointed a finger at him. “It's you, Harald. I've been trying to train you.”
“Train...me?”
“I am not blind, son...I love you, and I am even jealous and afraid of how intelligent you have become. Here you stand at 14 years of age and you have outwitted half of my plans, your informants have brought you news of the Imperial Civil War before even I knew of it, and now you have bested your father with words. I have made sure that you received the best training possible, even if it meant letting that Saxon wench put ideas in your head...”
“Saxon?” Harald raised an eyebrow, then it hit him. “Wait, you mean Cecilie? Is she Saxon?”
Gro chuckled. “You don't know? I guess that's one thing I figured out before you...I won't say any more, it's up to her to tell you the rest.”
“Tell me what, mother? What is there to know about Cecilie?”
The princess of Denmark slowly stood and straightened her clothes. Several guards had arrived at the entrance to the bedchamber, glaring sharply at her. “No more time to talk, my son, my jailers have arrived.”
“They can wait!” Harald stood between them.
“I'm not going to tell you anything.” She stared at him sharply. “Consider finding out one of your final tests...I will make the last arrangements I can from the Abbey, you will understand what I mean in the coming years.”
“Wait, mother!” He tried to stop her as she brushed past, but she glared at him.
“I have told you everything I will, Harald. Leave it be.”
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Harald Audensen Hvide sat before his brothers, his face deeply lined with worry. It was the first time in a long time that no adult members of the Hvide Clan were present in Søborg, and his brothers looked fearful and confused. Their parents had simply disappeared and now they looked to him for leadership and help. He was going to give it to them.
“Okay...” Harald clapped his hands together and leaned forward. His eyes were cast downwards a little, and he took a deep breath. “We've got a long talk to have...and now it seems I'm officially in charge of Søborg while our parents are gone...”
He looked around at the tiny, dark chamber they huddled in. “I have a lot to tell you, my brothers...so here goes...”