Promises
Isfahan - February 18
“And…we’re live.”
Wilhelmina looked straight at the red light above the camera lens. She tried her best to not focus on her fidgeting feet and sweaty palms. Even in her late fifties, she was still very camera shy.
“Good afternoon. This is Wilhelmina, Kaiserin of the Romans. To all those listening, I’m speaking today to—to provide an update on the war. Peace negotiations led by the Persian government and the Roman government in exile remain ongoing.”
“Ultimatum” is more accurate. “Although it is my wish that the committee in Berlin sees reason and agrees to discuss terms—”
There are no terms. I straight up demanded Jerusalem’s unconditional surrender, because Jerusalem only responds to force. We used the terms outlined in Srivijaya’s ultimatum from a couple months ago. “—it is important that we keep ourselves grounded in reality. I regretfully inform you that there has been no change in the diplomatic situation whatsoever, and it is almost certain that this war will drag on for many months to come.”
Until the Artesh marches through Constantinople and raises the lion and sun flag over Blachernae Palace, at the very least.
“But none of this is an excuse to give up and lose hope. We can still win this war. This month, we have made significant progress towards that end. In Mesopotamia, Operation Huma has captured the city of Kirkuk and is now marching on the provincial capital of Baghdad. Lev Konstantinov and his brave Russian troops still persist in Livonia. Jersualem’s crimes in Taurica are slowly being brought to light, and its victims there have been freed. In the Pacific, our courageous Ryukyuan friends are prepared to take on the combined might of the Tianxia Alliance to protect the last bastion of hope and freedom on the other side of the world. Now all that remains is for all of us to do our part.”
Which ties into the other PSAs about quarantines and vaccinations. We still don’t have the Pesah-specific vaccine ready, so we’re rolling out old smallpox vaccines as a temporary measure. I hope it’s enough. Pesah is already spreading like wildfire in Afghanistan and eastern Persia, despite our best efforts.
“This is a war for the very soul of humanity.”
Sounds weird to say that, after hearing both the committee and Han use the same phrase over and over again. “I am not exaggerating. Whoever wins this war will decide the path humanity takes for generations to come. We are all aware of Jerusalem’s plans for world domination, a single totalitarian theocracy trampling all of humanity under its boot. They must be opposed. But must the only other option be China? An equally totalitarian dictatorship which believes in the inherent superiority of the Chinese nation and its people? A Chinese victory in this war would mean all of the planet would be in thrall to the whims of Han Xianyu. The boot stomping on humanity’s face would simply be worn by someone else. And to that, I say we must reject both of them.”
Getting bad flashbacks to that stupid LKR guy who kept derailing my UN appearances. “There is another way. Jerusalem and China consider us to be mere battlefields for a greater struggle between them, but we who reject both dictatorships are much more than that. Persia, Turkestan, Afghanistan, Yavdi, India, Ryukyu, Hawaii, the Eimericas—we are a third way forward for humanity. We stand for something other than despair and fear and hatred. We stand for hope.”
Wilhelmina let some of her inner self out for this next part. “Yes, I know that sounds cheesy. I mean, who says that outside of a movie or video game? ‘I stand for hope and justice against the forces of darkness within darkness!’”
Sounds like something Uncle Horst would have said. “But I’m serious about it. Jerusalem is a regime built on fear and cynicism. Fear of stepping out of line, and cynicism that nothing will ever get better. Han’s China is built on arrogance and despair. Arrogance in the superiority of the Chinese people and a culture of despair that considers alternatives to Han’s way unacceptable, where everyone living outside of China is seen as worse off than those inside China. Both are built on hatred for those who do not belong within their society. In Jerusalem, we’ve seen time and again how they treat those they deem undesirable. In China, Han has cultivated a cult of hatred for all those who stand against him. He positions himself as a leader of humanity, but don’t be decived by his lies. All he wants is a blank check to deliver the final blow to global freedom so he can rebuild the world in his image. I’m not going to stand for it, and neither should you.”
“We who fight against both sides stand for hope. We reject the fear and cynicism of Jerusalem. We do not fear the uncertain future before us, nor do we fear the unknown other. We don’t look upon life with cynicism and apathy but instead work together so we can build a future of our choosing. We reject the arrogance and despair of China. We do not seek to elevate anyone above any other. I do not intend to become ruler of the world, and neither do the people of Persia. We refuse to give in to despair, as both sides would want us to do. Even as the odds remain heavily stacked against us, we will fight on, because this is the time for all of us to take a stand against injustice. Most importantly, we reject the hatred of both sides. Hate may be a primal instinct from the earliest days of our species, but so is love. Humans are, frankly, weak creatures. On our own we don’t really have much going for us. Fear allowed us to escape predators on our own, but it alone wasn’t what made us who we are today. In a way, paradoxically, it was our weakness that ensured our survival, because it led us to reach out to one another. To trust one another. To love and to rely on each other. Alone, we can only go so far. But together, I say our potential is almost limitless.
“In the Bible, Christ always told us to love your neighbor—something Jerusalem, despite claiming to be a Christian nation, has forgotten. Roman history is a testament to the power of—”
Don’t you dare say it! “—solidarity and trust.”
Thank goodness you didn’t blurt out “the power of friendship!” on live TV. “Friedrich the Great was born into a world of strife, plagued by war and division. Against the odds, he chose to fight for a better world. One in which Europe would no longer be at war with itself. One where all of its people would walk towards the future, hand in hand. He had faith in what humanity was capable of, if only it worked together. Jerusalem may have callously discarded all of his ideals in service of their crusade of evil, but we have not. The dream of Romanitas is not only the dream of the Roman people, but the birthright of all humanity, an inalienable aspiration if not right shared by all of our species. We shouldn’t be ridiculed and hated for wanting to do better. We shouldn’t be ashamed for refusing to accept the present as it is. We shouldn’t be called out of touch for not dogmatically clinging on to the past. We can and should do better. Even if the future remains uncertain, that’s no excuse to keep things as they are. That was what got us into this mess, that fear and pessimism. Time will keep moving on even if we bury our heads in the sand. We might pretend nothing has changed, but in reality we’ll just fall behind and be consumed by Jerusalem and China. So there’s no choice but to push on and move forward.
“I know how hard it is to take the first step. Believe me, it’s absolutely terrifying to step outside of your comfort zone. But if I hadn’t taken that step, I wouldn’t be here today. I wouldn’t be the person I am today. If I can do it, so can you. These are trying times for all of us, but we can get through this. All we have to do is trust in ourselves and in each other. No amount of bombs or missiles or bullets from both Jerusalem and China can stop us when we work as one. So please, I ask everyone who wants to live in a world free from tyranny and hatred. Reach out to each other. Trust one another. And when you do…
“Take the first step.”
After the broadcast, Wilhelmina quickly left the newsroom, needing to make it to the next event on her schedule. One of the reporters ran after her, her microphone out like a gun. “Ma’am, can you clarify what you mean by—”
“Sorry.” Wilhelmina cut her off and kept walking. “I have a busy schedule. Ask me tomorrow.”
More reporters swarmed her in the hallway. But this batch wasn’t as nice as the first one.
“Your Highness, do you have any comments regarding the allegations of war crimes in Mesopotamia?”
“Do you have anything to say regarding the Artesh’s conduct?”
“What are your thoughts on the rumors of an impending Jerusalemite invasion?”
“Have you responded to Han Xianyu’s allegations about Operation Huma?”
“How do you live with yourself after everything you ordered your troops to do?”
“Do you feel ashamed for what you’re doing?”
“How are you any different from Jerusalem?”
“Were you lying when you said you didn’t want to be like your uncle?”
“Have you ever considered how many Persian tax dinars are spent to maintain your lifestyle?”
“When are you leaving Persia?”
“The Persian people must overthrow the Roman yoke!”
After everything I’ve done for them so far…Wilhelmina clenched her fists and opened her mouth, but she felt Sophie’s hand on her shoulder. “Don’t, Willie. You’re only going to make it worse.”
“The frak am I supposed to do then, take it?” Wilhelmina whispered through gritted teeth.
“Unfortunately, yes.”
“Again?!”
Like I did when Mom and Dad died? Or when the committee took over?
“I know how you feel, but this isn’t the time to lash out.”
“I need to defend myself! Explain myself!”
“You know they won’t listen. They’re scared. They’ve seen what horrors our people are capable of. As Kaiserin, you’re the embodiment of all things Roman. You not only represent the people, but the people represent you in turn.”
“I don’t get it.”
“You are an example to all Romans, but you are also a convenient example
for all Romans. Just as you set the standard of what they can do, what they actually do reflects on you. So if the perception of Romans is as bloodthirsty war criminals, then naturally others will see you as such.”
“Did you ever have to deal with this when you were alive?”
“Oh, plenty. I remember having to go around every single province trying to apologize for what Bethune did. Ended up having to stop after a few of the European provinces because it got so bad I almost died.”
“Well, you did die in the end.”
“We all die. And for the record, my death was completely unrelated to the provincial tour. But that’s another story.”
Wilhelmina left the building, ignored the dozens more reporters shouting various questions and accusations outside, and got in a waiting motorcade, and drove off. “This really put me in a bad mood. Today of all days…”
“I’m sorry,” Sophie said.
“It’s not every day you can celebrate something, no matter how small. I just want a little peace, even if it’s for one day.”
“I know the feeling. Being on the run and then on the battlefield for so long, I was grateful if I could have even a single day to just sit down, put Enonon down, and relax. But I can count the number of such days on one hand.”
“I hope I’m not as unfortunate.”
“Me too. Me too.”
They returned to the palace. As soon as they passed through the front gates, Wilhelmina remembered something. “Hey, Herr Driver, did you pick up the package I requested?”
“Yes, ma’am, it’s in the trunk. I made sure to drive carefully.”
As soon as the car pulled up to the curb, Wilhelmina got out and opened the trunk. Inside was a moderately sized paper box. She picked it up and felt it. “Good enough, at least by my standards. Not sure about him, though.”
“In my day, we couldn’t afford to be picky.”
“Yeah, well, these aren’t your times anymore.”
“I’m pretty sure ‘don’t be picky’ is a timeless lesson that still applies, unless society has really gone downhill and you’re not telling me.”
“When have I ever kept secrets about the world from you?”
“…like always?”
“Because you never asked!”
“Did I need to ask? I assumed you’d bring it up at some point.”
“It’s kind of hard when you’re a force ghost or something that pops in and out whenever she feels like it.”
“A force what?”
Wilhelmina shook her head. “Never mind. You wouldn’t get it. Let’s go.”
They went inside. She didn’t get very far before Gunduz accosted her in one of the hallways. “You’re late. They were starting to ask questions.”
Wilhelmina sighed and rolled her eyes. “You too?”
“What was it, the camera crew pissed you off with their cues—no, I don’t think that’s it. It’s the press again, right?”
“I almost forgot what it was like to interact with paparazzi,” Wilhelmina said.
A really weird thing to say. They were indirectly responsible for Mom and Dad’s deaths. I know Sentinel was behind the whole thing, but they just stood there and took pictures while Mom bled out and Dad’s body grew cold.
Gunduz immediately noticed her eyes growing distant and inattentive. “If it means anything, I would’ve punched the nearest heckler’s nose clean off.”
Wilhelmina chucked. “You can try.”
Gunduz can barely throw a punch, for all her bluster.
“Remember what I told you, Willie. Don’t give a frak about their hateful words. Keep being who you are.”
“By saying nothing and leaving?”
“That’s just politics. Sometimes it’s the right time to let loose, other times it isn’t. Even I know when to restrain myself.”
“Imagine that, Gunduz the Blunt having her limits.” She turned to Sophie and made a subtle face.
A contradiction or what?
“Did you not hear her?” Sophie replied. “We said the same thing. There is a proper time to fight back. You’d only have made a fool of yourself, the Roman government in exile, and the Roman people.”
Gunduz, of course, did not hear Sophie. She put her hands on her hips. “Of
course I have my limits! And I’m really close to reaching it right now.”
“Right now?” Wilhelmina raised an eyebrow. “Here?”
“We’re three hallways away, it should be fine. Speaking of which, enough chitchat. The package will melt.”
Wilhelmina almost forgot she was still holding the package. For a moment, she thought she felt it getting a little damp. “You’re right. Let’s be off.”
They went down the hallways and finally arrived in front of a large wooden door engraved with beautiful geometric patterns. Normally, this would be just one more reception room for receiving Gunduz’s guests, but today…
“Ready?” Gunduz asked.
“Do you even need to ask?”
“It’s just that…after earlier…”
“It’s fine, Gunduz, if anything this is exactly what I need.”
Gunduz nodded. “Alright then. On the count of three. One, two…three!”
She threw open the doors, and Wilhelmina strode in. As the impatient children inside cheered and gathered around her, she set the package down on the table and opened it, revealing the cake inside. “Happy birthday, Friedrich!” She looked at her grandson.
Friedrich’s face lit up with pure joy. “Thanks, Grandma!”
Just as she hoped, seeing that smile on Friedrich’s face and the happiness in his voice was enough to banish the negativity from earlier, at least for now. No amount of accusations and enemy propaganda could stop her from dedicating today to her grandson.
Friedrich’s been through so much in his six years. Being forced to leave his home, losing his parents, watching his dad and grandpa die in front of him, almost dying there, and then barely avoiding getting abducted at his schools here in Isfahan…he’s gone through so much that no kid his age should have to experience. I feel like I let him down, in a way. On the day he was born, I promised him I’d make sure he grow up in a world more peaceful than the one I grew up in. That seems increasingly unlikely the longer this war drags on. But that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t try. If it means putting smiles on the faces of Friedrich and his friends—she looked around, taking in everyone’s smiles—
then I’ll do what what I can to bring back peace.
Gunduz started lighting the candles, six in all, while fending off the eager kids—probably school friends, Wilhelmina couldn’t remember their names—with a free hand. At one point, Ilyana suddenly appeared on top of a chair. Before Wilhelmina could pull her down, she belted out, “Start the song!”
All of the children broke out into song, led by a very loud Ilyana. “It's great that you were born, otherwise we would have missed you very much. It's great that we're together…we congratulate you, birthday boy!”
Friedrich blew out the candles, and the children cheered. Wilhelmina and Gunduz clapped. “Yeah!” Gunduz added.
I’ve never seen Gunduz so happy before, at least in the last few months. The last time I saw her with a face like that…we had just gotten FF7 delivered to the palace, straight from the devs. They really went all-out with the promotion for that game. How much money did they spend to send an advance copy to two princesses?
Ilyana lightly poked Friedrich’s nose and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “Happy birthday, Ricky!”
“Gee, uh…thanks, Ilyana.” Friedrich blushed.
Some of the other kids in the group giggled.
“What are you laughing about?!” Ilyana said. “You saw nothing!”
Wilhelmina clearly saw the girl was blushing as well, even though she was trying to hide it. She laughed. “What I’d give to relive my childhood. I remember when I was just like them.”
“Me too,” Gunduz said, “But again, those days are over. We can’t stay in the past or present forever.”
“Of course. We have to keep moving forward, even if the future is scary and unknown. But…why don’t we just slow down for today?”
“Huh?”
Wilhelmina watched Friedrich, Ilyana, and their friends divide the cake up among themselves.
“Why don’t we just take today as it is? Put aside the plans for the future until tomorrow.”
“Of course,” Gunduz said, “It’s his birthday, after all.”
“Glad to hear it.” Wilhelmina smiled. “Hopefully, he’ll celebrate more birthdays to come, all equally joyful. And if we do our jobs right, they’ll be celebrated in a world at peace again.”
Like I promised him.