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May 13th 1081 – Μέγα Παλάτιον, Constantinople
“Father, what are you looking at?”
“A map my child.”
“A map of what dear Father?”
“A map of our glorious past and inevitable future.”

Anna watched her father slowly gazed at the outstretched map before him. It was an old map of Europe, scribbled with Latin Scrawls and pen marks .
“Imperium Romanun” whispered Anna.
It had been a month since the Coronation of Anna’s father, Alexius Komnenos as the Emperor of the Roman Empire. The last Emperor, due to either sheer incompetency or God’s divine wind, was unable to secure his throne as the Empire broke apart under the greed’s of rogue generals. The Latins and the Turks took the advantage of the dimming Roman Light and attacked the Empire. The last stronghold of Italy was lost to the Normans and their bastard of a King Robert while the Turks kept on their harassment of Roman country side. Relations with Venice had also been tense over the ownership of Western Greece.
“The Italians had long forgotten their roots. Do they not remember that their heritage stems from us Romans? The Pope is especially forgetful over this matter. We should remind them of their history shouldn’t we?”
Anna nodded silently.
Alexius fixated his gaze onto his daughter and held her hands. “My daughter… is getting married.” He broke into a smile and gave a hearty laugh. “It is time you leave for Budapest, your mother will accompany you for the wedding.”


July 24th 1084
The emissary of the Turkish Lord approached the Emperor in steady steps as men of the Roman court, caught off-guard by the sudden appearance of a horrid barbarian and an enemy of civilization, turned silent. There were open mouths and a murmur of gossip that surrounded the Turkish diplomat and his entourage. The Turks ignored them and reached the foot of the throne.
“Your Grace” announced Selim Mustafa in a heavily Turkic sounding Greek and gave a deep bow to the sovereign that sat before him. The emperor nodded slightly, stood up and gestured him into the Diplomat Hall behind him. The Turk gave another bow and entered the solid stone room disappearing into the shadow of the high arch.
The door slammed and the court broke out in uncontrolled emotions. “Those treacherous dogs! We should kill them!” screamed one of the nobles. “There are probably here to beg for peace like the swine they are”. Court fever reached a climax and died down until the Wedding Present of Prince Kalman had arrived at court from Budapest.
Hours past before the ancient wooden door creaked open. The Emperor and the diplomat emerged from the shadows and stood before the crowd. “We” the Emperor began, “are now Allies!”
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Under the Treaty of Constantinople, the Roman Empire had agreed to surrender Anatolia save Nicaea into the hands of the Turks in exchange of an Alliance against their enemies and the promise of peace.

19th June 1088 – The Pope’s personal Garden - Rome
“Your Holiness! Your Holiness! Naples… has been sacked! The Sicilian Royal Family has been captured by those Greeks!”
“What happened to their army in Tunis? Can’t they be recalled to take back Naples?”
“No your Holiness, word from sailors escaping Tunis reports that the army was cast into the desert after the City revolted against him, we can only assume that they have perished in the dersert. Sicily no longer holds a King, the Greeks have taken it back.”
“Call the Guard Captain for me! We need to shore up our troops! The enemy lies now at our gates”


May 13th 1081 – Μέγα Παλάτιον, Constantinople
“Father, what are you looking at?”
“A map my child.”
“A map of what dear Father?”
“A map of our glorious past and inevitable future.”

Anna watched her father slowly gazed at the outstretched map before him. It was an old map of Europe, scribbled with Latin Scrawls and pen marks .
“Imperium Romanun” whispered Anna.
It had been a month since the Coronation of Anna’s father, Alexius Komnenos as the Emperor of the Roman Empire. The last Emperor, due to either sheer incompetency or God’s divine wind, was unable to secure his throne as the Empire broke apart under the greed’s of rogue generals. The Latins and the Turks took the advantage of the dimming Roman Light and attacked the Empire. The last stronghold of Italy was lost to the Normans and their bastard of a King Robert while the Turks kept on their harassment of Roman country side. Relations with Venice had also been tense over the ownership of Western Greece.
“The Italians had long forgotten their roots. Do they not remember that their heritage stems from us Romans? The Pope is especially forgetful over this matter. We should remind them of their history shouldn’t we?”
Anna nodded silently.
Alexius fixated his gaze onto his daughter and held her hands. “My daughter… is getting married.” He broke into a smile and gave a hearty laugh. “It is time you leave for Budapest, your mother will accompany you for the wedding.”


July 24th 1084
The emissary of the Turkish Lord approached the Emperor in steady steps as men of the Roman court, caught off-guard by the sudden appearance of a horrid barbarian and an enemy of civilization, turned silent. There were open mouths and a murmur of gossip that surrounded the Turkish diplomat and his entourage. The Turks ignored them and reached the foot of the throne.
“Your Grace” announced Selim Mustafa in a heavily Turkic sounding Greek and gave a deep bow to the sovereign that sat before him. The emperor nodded slightly, stood up and gestured him into the Diplomat Hall behind him. The Turk gave another bow and entered the solid stone room disappearing into the shadow of the high arch.
The door slammed and the court broke out in uncontrolled emotions. “Those treacherous dogs! We should kill them!” screamed one of the nobles. “There are probably here to beg for peace like the swine they are”. Court fever reached a climax and died down until the Wedding Present of Prince Kalman had arrived at court from Budapest.
Hours past before the ancient wooden door creaked open. The Emperor and the diplomat emerged from the shadows and stood before the crowd. “We” the Emperor began, “are now Allies!”
-------------------------------------------------------------
Under the Treaty of Constantinople, the Roman Empire had agreed to surrender Anatolia save Nicaea into the hands of the Turks in exchange of an Alliance against their enemies and the promise of peace.

19th June 1088 – The Pope’s personal Garden - Rome
“Your Holiness! Your Holiness! Naples… has been sacked! The Sicilian Royal Family has been captured by those Greeks!”
“What happened to their army in Tunis? Can’t they be recalled to take back Naples?”
“No your Holiness, word from sailors escaping Tunis reports that the army was cast into the desert after the City revolted against him, we can only assume that they have perished in the dersert. Sicily no longer holds a King, the Greeks have taken it back.”
“Call the Guard Captain for me! We need to shore up our troops! The enemy lies now at our gates”

