Segolstad
Formerly Breze
Modern-Day Charlottesborg
“Do you yield?”
The fateful question lay on the table.
Saka regarded the man sitting across from her, those ruined, sightless eyes covered by a cloth strip. An unkempt beard that clashed with carefully arranged royal regalia.
This one will not last long now, she thought to herself. And what came after? The Starosta knew it was a dangerous thing to wonder.
“I am here, your grace,” she said simply, “Unarmed and in good faith.”
The King grunted in agreement. “I’m aware,” he said, “Yet there is a formality to it all, is it not?”
The Starosta fell silent for a moment.
“Is this that then, your grace?” she finally asked, “The formality? Here?” Saka looked around at the private setting. This was no place to announce a victory, or a surrender. Such things demanded publicity.
Indeed, Segol’s lips quirked up into a smile, “No,” he admitted, “I suppose not. I had thought to speak with you alone first, before all of that.”
And yet you ask me to yield first all the same, Saka mused.
“Terms,” the King said simply. A silence hung in the air, one which Leidensen clearly expected her to fill. She did not oblige. “I understand, that you brought your nephew with you.”
A pang of sorrow shot through Saka’s heart as she recalled the boy’s face, so much like his father, only now filled with sorrow. “It is the way of things, is it not?”
“So it is,” the King agreed, “But ways change with need, and I’ve no desire to hold children as hostage. I am prepared to offer a more equitable arrangement.”
Saka’s eyes narrowed, though she knew that the King could not see them. “Is that so?”
Segol barked out a laugh, as though guessing at his own implication. “Nothing so forward, Lady Starosta. No, I am prepared to have Czernomyk swear its allegiance, not directly to the Drifting Throne but instead to the Duchy of Talvere.”
“Of which your grace is still the Duke,” Saka observed.
“And which enjoys independence from the religious oversight of the Church,” Segol said plainly. “That independence would then extend to Czernomyk as well. You would not be required to convert. Your lands would not be subjected to the inquisitions.”
“It is a kind offer,” Saka said carefully. She could see something of the monarch’s plan beginning to fall into place here. Her brief conversation with the Cardinal earlier, and now this… Was this some play by the King against the Church?
“I assure you, I benefit from it much as well,” Segol said, “And there is some merit in honesty between us. This move, along with the seizure of Breze, will strengthen my support among the Talveri aristocracy.”
“And your grace will be needing that support.”
Segol snorted. “He will. And it is in your interest that I get it. There are other powers at play in the Drifting Court which do not have my incentive for kindness towards Czernomyk. You will swear yourself to Talvere… and you and your nephew both will accompany me in a royal progress through the Duchy. Then you may return to govern your lands as a protected vassal of the House of Leidensen.”
“And that’s it, then?” Saka said quietly. She felt elated and sunken both. The King’s offer meant a measure of protection for Czernomyk, and ensured that no knives would be held at Madyes’ throat to ensure her compliance. But they would be a pawn in the Leidensen’s game here. And perhaps worst of all…
A royal progress.
A chance for Leidensen to display both his victory and his magnanimity to all of Talvere, with herself as its centerpiece.
“There would be a tithe, of course,” Segol responded, “And there will be those in Talvere who seek appointments and titles within Czernomyk, some of which I shall grant. But your presence will allow you to have a say in these matters, and as I have said - It is good for both of us that my position in Talvere remain strong.”
“So I shall ask again. Do you yield?”