The Royal Council

[The Celtic Viking]

Philadelphos smiles towards Bothos before turning to Alexandros, his face now turning more disappointed.

"Who do you think you are, talking to me like that? I am your king! You owe me your loyalty. As the Basileus, the Royal Army is my personal army. I decide where it goes. I decide what it will do. I also decide who will command any regular army in the field. You have no more influence in this than I decide to give you. This is not a democracy, and if you don't like that, then you should get off my land immediately and never return. If you do stay, however, I expect you to apologize and to get with the program.

As it is, I will not support your Edict. Instead, I shall make a new one:

Edict E1.11: The Garrison of Hierosolyma and Sidon shall be combined and made into a Regular Army. This army will march down to reclaim Paraitonion, while the Royal Army stays in defence of Syria."

One more thing needs to be cleared up."

Philadelphos turns to a scribe standing nearby.

"You are supposed to hold expert knowledge on the law. Would it be possible, if my son doesn't show up, for me to act in his stead, deciding instead of him who shall control his army? If not, I think I might have to undo my decision and let Leontiskos be the heir again, until such time as my son feels ready to enter the political scene and fulfill his duty."