Seleukeia, Summer 272BC
Antiochos stood near the window and watched outside. Recent messages from all over the Empire made him sour and grumpy. He turned around and walked back to table that was filled with parchments. He sighed and then ringed a bell. One of his personal slaves walked in.
"Sautes, here is the list of the Strategos' that have been invited to the Royal Council. Make sure that all of them get the invitation."
Sautes bowed and took the list. But before he left the room he turned around and said..
"Basileus, you can not blame yourself. Most of us, most of the people, will support you no matter what happens."
Antiochos smiled and gave a nod to Sautes who bowed and left the room. Once alone in the room again he turned and took a seat.
"Although some say that we are the Most Advanced, Largest and Strongest Empire in the known world. But I think we are just a shadow of our former glory. Riots in east have showed that. Over 600 people died in those riots, both civilians and soldiers. Many buildings were damaged. Even some temples were razed by the angry people. And now this. Hayasdan, Pahlava and Baktria have declared themselves independent and cancelled alliances with us. Ptolemaios and his bloodthirsty Egyptian hordes will soon be upon us too. And our western enemies..."
Antiochos sighed...
"Creation of the Royal Council was the last resort. I can not fail my father and his dream..."
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