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Constantinople, 1095

"Are you asleep?"

"Huh? What?" Makrianos awoke from a light slumber. "No. Not at all."

"Good, because I would like to continue our conversation," said Eirene, "the one we were having before we digressed somewhat."

"Yes," Markianos responded, "how we digressed indeed! But I distinctly recall initially hiring you as a spy, not as some sort of a political advisor."

Eirene was quick with a comeback, "I think our initial agreement became void when you started courting me."

"Hey!" Markianos was not yet admitting defeat, "Let the record show that you smiled at me first. I was a victim. In any case, I really shouldn't be discussing sensitive political things."

Eirene was going to say something, but Markianos was quick to realize his grave mistake. He continued, "that's not to say that I don't trust you. That is not the case at all. It's just that certain things are not for discussion... to certain... at certain... times." He had backed himself into a corner and there was no escape. He had to concede, and continue making the point he was making five to forty minutes ago (depending on who you ask).

"It seems it was only the Order who bet on the wrong chariot. I can't say I've taken it personally, but the whole thing has not endeared them to me greatly. I thought they were above plotting and scheming, but it is strange that a bunch of holy men, who publicly claim to follow the Patriarch's proclamations that we should not war with the westerners, would support Tagaris who has never disclaimed that he wishes to instigate a war with them, but not declare it so as to circumvent the wills of the Senate, Basileus, and the Patriarch.

"It seems strange that the Order would support him, and I expect secret agreements to have taken place, which hardly seems befitting what the Order claims publicly to be. But they did sack Antioch too, so they're a strange bunch of holy men by every definition of 'holy men'! Still, I don't exactly wish to see them destroyed, but they won't come to expect support from me more than the minimum they need to survive, especially if these rumors of revolts are accurate, for we'll need much resources at home.

"As for Tagaris, well, he is now in the most isolated and most poorly garrisoned city we have, and is directly responsible for any revolts in the area. Further yet, he planned to take more cities and defend them weakly, so he looked to start even more revolts. And do they not say that whatever a man will sow, that he will also reap?"

Eirene giggled. "I like it when you're being treacherous."

"What? That's not treachery. It's in the Bible, sweetie. I won't give him any less than he deserves, but it isn't much."

"Yes," she said, "but it just so happens that all those you have complaints about are the ones who voted against you. That makes it treacherous."

"Not at all," he responded, "I have clearly outlined the reasons, and they extend far beyond poor voting choices. Besides, there are Senators who voted for me whom I dislike."

"Vringas?"

"No, not really. The conversion makes me less suspicious, and the Basileus will be able to keep an eye on him. I'm not too worried. I was referring to that Michail Arianitis."

"What has he done?"

"Why, he has taken over the White Team and found them some new racer. Supposed to be good, too."

Eirene laughed. "So? That's just chariot racing."

"What?" said Markianos with great surprise. "How can it be just chariot racing? How is it even possible to construct that sentence! Just chariot racing. I dare say it's the most ridiculous thing I have heard in a while."

"Oh, stop it," she said, "I just don't see how it's that important. Chariots go around the track, one of them does it the fastest. Everybody goes home, you know, to worry about more serious things."

"More serious things? Fine. I'm going to sleep."

[Privateerkev]

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

This story is a co-op between myself and OK.

1095: Constantinople, right before leaving for Antioch.

Makedonios walked down the hallway with a cane in one hand and holding a rag to his mouth with the other. The Senate session had gone relatively well and there was just one thing to do before returning to Antioch. The Grandmaster approached the double doors to the Emperor's chambers in the Palace. As the guards stood by, an aid checked a list. Seeing that Makedonios had an appointment, he nods to the guards who open the doors.

The Emperor sees a man different from when he last saw him. While still tall, and with a head of shoulder-length blonde hair, Makedonios stands stooped over a cane. He holds a rag over his mouth and periodically coughs into it. His face is sweating profusely and his skin is pale. What Alexios doesn't know is that this is one of Makedonios's better days. It is not often that he is even able to leave his bed anymore.

Dressed simply in plain white loose fitting clothes, Makedonios does the best he can to stand at attention.

The Basileus, seated at a desk, looked up from a letter he was reading. If he was taken aback by Makedonios's appearance, it did not show. Motioning him to a seat, Aleksios spoke.

"Senator, you look dreadful. Can I have a servant bring you some mulled wine? You should take advantage of the baths while in the city."

Makedonios clumsily plops down in the chair with as much grace as someone in his condition can manage.

"No thank you, though I might need some water before we are done. I seem to have caught something while sieging Antioch and I have never quite shaken it."

The man takes a moment to cough. It is partly necessary and partly to buy a moment while he works up the strength to give the most important pitch in his life.

"My Emperor, thank you for meeting with me. I know your busy and I will get right to the point. I sent you a letter asking for your daughter's hand in marriage years ago and I have still received no reply from you. If it wasn't for your daughter informing me, of your belief that choosing me for her husband would not benefit you enough politically, I would have thought the letter lost in the mail. But, we've all gotten older. Time is passing and I wanted to take the chance to make my case in person."

Another cough and Makdonios continues.

"Your Highness, quite simply I am prepared to offer you something no other man would dare offer you. And that is something concrete. I'm sure the other suitors have all promised vague assurances of their loyalty, or the loyalty of their vassals. I'm sure they even mean it for now. But what will happen when the Lord takes you and your son ascends the throne? Will those men be there for him? Somehow I doubt it. I however will offer you something tangible and immediate."

After pausing for a second for dramatic effect, Makedonios says simply, "I will offer to go away."

Aleksios's right eyebrow quirked upwards at this, the only sign of emotion he had shown through the Grandmaster's monologue.

Letting the statement hang there for a moment, Makedonios explained.

"I care about your daughter and I want her to be happy. I had naively hoped that would be enough for you. But not everyone travels in the same language I use and I am trying to catch up. So I will make a political argument as for why I am the best choice for your daughter. Quite simply, I am the greatest political opponent your son will ever face. While you have done a good job at holding the Empire together and making sure everyone shares in the wealth, your son's words in the Magnaura, and in letters to me, make me believe he is not as fair. If he pushes too hard, which I believe he will, he will marginalize himself. Now, as a founder of a dynasty, I believe you want what every founder wants, and that is to know the dynasty will continue with success."

The Basileus began to drum his fingers on the desk between them.

Knowing he was treading on dangerous ground by bringing up the Caesar, Makedonios paused for a moment, took the chance to cough into his napkin, and pushed on.

"What I am giving you is a chance to dramatically alter the political landscape right now in a way that will definitely benefit your son. If you pick me as the Princess's suitor, then on our wedding day, I will step down as Grandmaster of the Order of St. John. I will even give my province to my second in command. I will remain forever ineligible to hold any sort of decision making position in the Order. I will simply be a Strator. Probably for the rest of my life. Now I know this was not the sort of grand political alliance that you were hoping to secure. But no other Senator will give you this deal because no other Senator cares for your daughter like I do. They all see her as some prize to win or some tool to help them advance politically. I just want to see her happy. And I am willing to give up everything I have to help make that happen."

Aleksios cooly stared at Makedonios for a few seconds and then spoke, "Why don't you have some water, your mouth must be dry."

The Basileus stood and went to a sideboard in the room. Pouring some water into a silver cup he came over and placed it front of Makedonios. Leaning against the desk he folded his arms across his chest and looked down on him.

"So let me summarize your offer: In return for my daughter's hand you will promise not to be 'the greatest political opponent' my son and your new brother-in-law 'will ever face'. You also offer to give up leadership of your Order if married, something required by its rules anyway. You also state that you, and only you, are capable of making my daughter happy."

Aleksios paused, shook his head slightly and spoke again.

"I must say, you have a high opinion of yourself and the power you wield."

Makedonios took a moment to drink some water and evaluate the situation.

"It would indeed be presumptuous to think this about myself. But it is those in the Senate that let me know I am on the road to being powerful when they oppose my Order with faulty arguments. And your son lets me know he considers me a threat by demanding that I stop expanding. And not only that, but demands I give Antioch up. These things tell me that some in the Senate are quite frightened. I admit, power was not my goal when I formed the Order. I just wanted an organization of like-minded men to help the Empire guard the Holy Land."

Taking another drink, Makedonios took a gamble.

"As for my claim that I can make your daughter happy, those are her words Sir, not mine. I know she talked to you about me. But her words obviously did not sway you. So now it is up to me to try to change your mind. But it is what a man does when he is falling in love with a woman."

Aleksios crossed to a window and took in the view as he pondered his response.

"Anna spoke of you as her favorite suitor, though not in the exact same terms you have used. Yet there is much more to marriage among the nobility than love, particularly when it concerns the daughter of the Basileus. I am more than just her father, I am the paterfamilias of the Komnenoi and leader of the Roman Empire. As a Princess she does not have the luxury of marrying for love. She will marry to advance the interests of her family and to strengthen the Empire. If it ends up a love match, so much the better, but it is not the primary goal."

The Basileus turned to Makedonios.

"You simply do not have enough to offer. I will not have my daughter marry a Strator. Nor will I have my daughter marry to ward off an implied threat of future sedition. You have asked for the hand of my daughter and my answer is no."

Sitting there calmly, Makedonios plays his last card.

"Alright, if you feel that way, then I will join your son's House and ensure the family line stays within a House loyal to you. I will also serve him for the rest of my life. While he certainly has men who have promised to that now, I can offer more. His biggest political enemy would turn into his biggest supporter. He would become my family. If that does not sway you, I do not know what else will. But I highly doubt the Princess's other suitors have offered anything so concrete."

The Basileus rubbed the bridge of his nose, "You don't understand Makedonios. The point of a political marriage is to bind one House to another. The rules of the Order negate this, as would you joining Ioannis's House."

Aleksios returned to the desk and sat down.

"This is an academic discussion anyway."

The Basileus held up the letter he had been reading when Makedonios had entered, "I have already chosen a husband for Anna."

Makedonios raised an eyebrow. Knowing the Emperor probably wouldn't tell him who it was, he decided to guess. He had nothing left to lose.

"Something you said keeps going around in my head. You said you won't marry her to a Strator. And now you say you want to bind a House. But which one? Tagamata basically exists to serve you. Your son's House is already loyal to him since they know he'll be Emperor one day. I don't see you taking Tapeki seriously. It wouldn't be one of the independents. It's not the Order. So it's someone in Asteri."

A bad feeling started to develop in Makedonios the more he thought it out.

"It would have to be someone high up. Wouldn't be Kosmas since he is pretty much family. Plus he retired. Anastatios is a butcher. Zigavinos and Nevoulos aren't high enough up. Hypatios the Hypatos is crazy..."

All of a sudden it dawned on him who it probably was and Makedonios's gut wrenched into a ball. He found himself coughing into a rag. Finally he spoke with an icy calm.

"Your Highness, tell me, what has your daughter told you of Ioannis Kalameteros?"

As Makedonios said that, he watched the Emperor very carefully for his reaction.

Aleksios responded, "She has said nothing about him to me, Senator."

Pausing for a moment to wonder if he guessed right, he decided that it did make the most sense since Ioannis did just get promoted to lead Asteri. Makedonios tried to remember the details of the story the Princess told him.

"Are you aware that he threatened the Princess's life and at least indirectly caused one assassination attempt on her person? He bribed the Princess's confidant to spy on her. In Hungary, the Princess caught her spying and the confidant tried to kill her. Oh Ioannis claims it wasn't his fault. Much like when a man gets drunk, beats his wife, and then claims he didn't mean for it to happen. But he has admitted to threatening the Princess's life. You can verify all of this with her."

Aleksios scoffed, "Really? Such a a fantastic story. I wonder why no one bothered to inform me that someone had tried to kill my daughter. I will ask Anna. If what you say is true, it would be most alarming. However, I must also consider the source of such accusations."

The Basileus stood, "You've had your audience and your answer, Senator. I wish you luck in the Levant."

Realizing he had probably pushed his luck far enough, and then some, Makedonios quickly relented. He set the water down, coughed into his napkin a little, and used his cane to stand up from the chair. Standing as straight as he was able, he said his final words.

"I thank you for your time Your Highness. If Her Highness collaborates my story, feel free to contact me, and I can help. We might not agree on much, but we both care about your daughter and do not want to see her hurt."

With that, Makedonios leaves.