The situation at Nuremberg grew tense. A sovereign had attainted his throne, and his crown awaited him in Praha. Yet the nobles, led by Jan Rohac, had taken the power almost within his grasp.
Upon the proclamations of Ladislav’s majority and for Imperial War, His Majesty felt denied his greatest privilege. He attempted to speak before the Diet:
”Princes and representatives of the Empire, we, King of Bohemia and Prince-Elector of the Empire, have received the call for Imperial War. However-“ His composure failed him. This, the beginning of the pinnacle of his anointed power, had quickly become a failure while the nobles took the power of the purse. Without the royal treasury, the Crown, the royal “we,” was hamstrung.
Ladislav retreated, one of the few times he had yet done so in his life.
”Never shall we be embarrassed again on the noble’s behalf,” he swore to himself before putting his head in his hands.
Nothing came to mind to circumvent the treacherous nobles. Nothing came from the Diet, either, as in silence the delegates watched the foremost lay Elector crumble.
A shout came from the door as Cardinal von Ehrlichman entered the hall:
”Honored delegates, despite the rank perfidy of vassals of a sovereign, the Kingdom of Bohemia shall rise to aid the Empire in its time of need. His Majesty-“ as he gave a curt nod to the risen Ladislav
”has decided, in his sovereign wisdom, that the decree most recently passed by the regency council- the Nuremberg Diktat- applies to the expenses of maintaining the physical court in Praha, and not to the Crown’s revenues as a whole.”
As the cardinal steps down, Katrina moves closer to the King.
”Perhaps we could speak away from the crowd?”
He nodded and followed her away as Gruber trailed both.
She paused in an empty courtyard:
”Majesty, my uncle and my father have served the Crown tirelessly and loyally for some time now. In Rome, in Buda, my relatives have served the kingdom. Now, we ask for some reward.”
As she took a breath, Ladislav wondered about the nature of her request. By his judgment, she could sire several male heirs if that were her appeal.
”My uncle has helped save your reign from foundering on the rocks of Rohac. You could help avoid such incidents in the future if you appointed him as Minister to the Crown.”
After finishing her veiled suggestion, she left by some exit. Ladislav was left considering the possibility of giving up some of his power to preserve the rest for future use. As he decided glumly to proffer the post to the Cardinal, his mood disappeared as he again became intoxicated by the thought of Katrina's visage.