The King-Emperor, King of Kings and Conqueror of Babylon was not a man of luxury. The United Empire was a powerful realm, the most powerful in all of the Middle-East the defeat of Babylon had shown that. But the price of power was luxury, something the King-Emperors had been forced to abandon in the long struggle against their Babylonian and Syrian foes. Emperor Bedrosian was even harder than his predecessors, and even less prone to luxury. He was the first Emperor never to have lived in the palace at Ani, the Royal Capital that had been burned by the filthy Syrians, and, though the Imperial Capital at Ashur had historically been the more opulent, the sobriety of the court after the destruction of Ani had pressed out of the Imperial Palace the pomposity for which it was once famed.
However, the Emperor still took great pleasure in riches, if he had often chosen to do without, leading the final campaign against Babylon as prince. And, for this and many other reasons, this visit to Medea would be particularly pleasant. The King of Medea had promised to the Armenian Emperor a commodity so valuable that Armenia would never again want for funds; Bedrosian was dubious of King Artaxess claims, but could not afford to pass up the opportunity to make the Medean king feel important. Armenia still needed Medeas full cooperation against Syria, after all.
The Emperor arrived in Ecbatana to minimal fanfare. The immense city, larger than all Armenian cities save Ashur and Babylon, would be difficult enough to navigate without scores of Medean admirers following the Imperial train all the way to the Golden Palace atop the highest hill in the city. Many of the peasantry realized in any case the Emperor of the United Empire had come to Ecbatana despite the relatively demure caravan, but most too late for anything but rushing home to tell relatives that they had nearly seen the King-Emperor of Armenia and Assyria. Events after the arrival at the Golden Palace went smoothly but without revelation on the part of King Artaxes until, during the great banquet, the King announced to the Emperor just three words that would change the outlook of the Empire. I have silkworms.