Steel and Sorrow: Rise of the Mercenary king - Chapter 157

Chapter 157: Twice victorious Chapter 157: Twice victorious Alpheo and the royal army finally reached the gates of Yarzat after a grueling week of marching.

The towering spires of the capital city glimmered in the late afternoon sun, casting long shadows over the roads as they approached.

The banners of House Veloni-isha fluttered in the breeze, their royal sigils unmistakable as the procession entered through the main gates.

One by one, the army of 1,000 soldiers filed through the cobbled streets of Yarzat, their armor clanking and shields gleaming in the fading light.

The men marched in disciplined ranks, their boots thudding in unison, and their weapons cleaned from the stains of battle now gleamed under the light of the sun .

Alpheo led them from the front, his figure a grim symbol of victory.

His helm was under his arm, his dark hair falling loosely over his shoulders as he looked straight ahead, his expression unreadable.

The people of Yarzat had gathered in great numbers along the streets, eager to witness the return of their victorious forces.

They lined the roads, standing on balconies, leaning out of windows, and crowding the market squares.

Shouts and cheers erupted as the first of the soldiers passed.  “Victory to the Princess!

Long life her grace!” the crowd roared as they pushed forward, eager to get a glimpse of the army that had brought them triumph, most of them happy that the war did not reach them and was instead a minor issue on the countryside of the princedom.

Alpheo’s eyes scanned the masses, his face still set in a mask of composure.

Behind him, the army marched on, their presence dominating the streets, banners of the royal family swaying high above their heads.

Spears and swords glinted in the late sun, and the sound of horses’ hooves striking the stone ground echoed through the alleyways.

The royal guard,sent by the princess to welcome their heroes, draped in their finest ceremonial armor led the column of soldiers, guiding them through the main thoroughfare toward the royal palace.

Behind them, the victorious 1,000 soldiers followed, their chainmail and helmets dusty from the road, but their spirits lifted by the adulation of the crowd.

They were greeted as heroes, and the city of Yarzat swelled with pride as the third victory in two months.

The cheers grew louder as the soldiers passed the city square.

Women and children waved r, while the men in the crowd raised their fists in salute.

The soldiers, despite their exhaustion, straightened their backs and marched proudly through the throngs of cheering citizens, their heads held high.

A cold wind hit Alpheo’s face, reminding him that winter had finally arrived and that this will also be the first time in a long one, that he would not suffer the blow of cold.

Thruth be noted, Alpheo thought as he watched the cheering crowds with a fleeting interest that came and was gone at the same time ,winter could not have come on a better moment.All military campaigns will be postponed to spring, and I can use this time to solidify my position and convince Jasmine to pass some reforms to strengthen the princedom.

The most important thing of which, was to establish a working burecracy, as his motto was centralize the system and decentralize administration, which was at the base of any well-working and strong society.

The strength of a kingdom doesn’t rest in armies alone, he mused, watching the banners flutter in the cold wind, reminding him however that they were the main source .

He thought of Poland-a kingdom that, despite its vast power, had been undone by the very decentralization that allowed its nobles too much autonomy.

Without strong central control, Poland had failed to coordinate a unified response during times of crisis, ultimately leading to its tragic partition.  Instead, he sought inspiration from the reforms of the Western Han Dynasty.

The Han had managed to centralize power in the hands of the emperor, while simultaneously allowing local governance through carefully structured administrative bodies.

This system, strengthened, would have worked perfectly if it were not for that one problem that any empire would face.

Which was for the Roman empire unskilled emperors taking power or in the Chinese counterpart, children becoming the one above all , causing the power to fall either to the Eunuch faction or that of a kin of the emperor.

Of course the second step would be much easier to take , while the first would require a set of actions that Alpheo couldn’t possibly accomplish in just one or two years of rules, as this was the work that sometimes even required an entire lifetime of efforts.

As the army moved through the heart of Yarzat, the commanders of the victorious expedition rode ahead of the main force.

Alpheo, at the forefront, was flanked by Sir Leomar, the son of Lord Damaris, and the other key leaders of the campaign.

Their horses, large and battle-worn, carried them proudly through the streets.

The clattering of hooves on the cobblestones was drowned out by the cheers from the crowd, but as they approached the city’s outer limits, the din of the crowd faded.

Leaving the narrow streets of Yarzat behind, they entered the lush green expanse that stretched toward the royal keep.

The open fields lay before them, offering a stark contrast to the crowded city.

Here, the wind whispered through the grass, and the majestic walls of the royal keep rose in the distance, a stone sentinel overlooking the land.

The commanders slowed their horses, the green fields rolling beneath them as they neared the palace.

As they reached the stone gates of the keep, the clattering hooves of the commanders’ horses slowed to a halt.

They dismounted swiftly, their boots hitting the ground with a soft thud.

Stablehands rushed forward to take their reins, leading the tired steeds away to the royal stables.

Alpheo and the other commanders were greeted by a group of royal guards, their armor polished to perfection.

With a nod of respect, the guards gestured for the commanders to follow.

Without a word, the men were led through the iron gates and into the grand entrance of the royal keep, leaving the army to camp outside.

——— The heavy oak doors of the royal hall creaked open as the commanders of the victorious army were led inside by the royal guards.

The hall was grand, with towering stone columns that reached up to an arched ceiling adorned with intricate tapestries of the royal crest.

Shafts of sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting a warm, golden glow across the chamber.

At the far end of the hall, seated upon a raised dais in her majestic seat, was Princess Jasmine of House Veloni-isha.

Draped in rich, royal blue robes.

A finely wrought silver circlet rested atop her brow, catching the light and reflecting the power of her station.

Alpheo and the other commanders moved forward with slow, as they approached the throne, they kneeled in unison, heads bowed in deference to their sovereign.

“Rise, my loyal commanders,” Princess Jasmine’s voice echoed through the hall, clear and commanding, yet touched with warmth.

Her gaze swept over them, lingering briefly on Alpheo before taking in the rest of the men who had fought for her kingdom.

They stood, straightening themselves before their princess.

“I welcome you back to Yarzat as victors,” she continued, her voice now carrying a note of satisfaction.

“You have served this realm with unwavering loyalty, and your deeds in battle have brought peace to the princedom.A ruler, if they are to be just, must not only demand loyalty but reward it as well,” she said, her gaze meeting each commander in turn.

“You have proven your allegiance, and for that, you will be rewarded as befits those who have shed blood in service to the crown.” The commanders bowed their heads once more, grateful for her recognition.

There was a sense of anticipation in the air, as if the hall itself was waiting for the next words from the princess, the promises of honor and wealth that often followed such moments of triumph.

“Step forward, and let your accomplishments be known to all, for today is a day of victory not only for me but for you-my loyal defenders of Yarkat.” Princess Jasmine straightened herself on her seat, her gaze sweeping the hall before settling on one of the commanders.

She raised her hand, and the room grew silent.

“Lord Leomar,” she called, her voice carrying through the royal hall with authority.

Leomar, the son of Lord Damaris, stepped forward, his armor gleaming in the shafts of sunlight.

He approached the dais and knelt before the princess, his head bowed in deference.

“Your bravery and unwavering support during the siege of Confluendi have not gone unnoticed, you did what many others in dire times did not ” Jasmine declared, her tone regal yet filled with approval.

“For the loyalty you have shown and for the valiant efforts of your house, I hereby reward your father by shifting the allegiance of the lordships of Alenholm and Vernith from Confluendi to Megioduroli.

Additionally, I exempt him from taxation for the year, a gesture of my gratitude for the sacrifices made in this campaign.” Leomar, still kneeling, looked up at the princess with gratitude.

“Your Grace, you honor my family beyond measure,” he said, his voice steady despite the emotion behind his words.

“We are your loyal servants, now and always.

I will carry your generosity back to my father, and we shall continue to serve Yarkat with the same fervor and loyalty.” Princess Jasmine nodded graciously, accepting his thanks with a subtle smile.  As Leomar rose and stepped back into the line of commanders, Jasmine’s gaze shifted toward another figure, one who stood taller and prouder than most-a man whose age had not diminished his stature in the court.

“Lord Shahab,” she called, her voice softening with a tone of familial respect.

Her grandfather, Lord Shahab of House Filastin, stepped forward.

The years had marked his face with lines of wisdom, but his presence remained as commanding as ever.

He knelt before his granddaughter with a quiet dignity, though the bond between them was clear to all present.

“For your unwavering loyalty and the steadfast counsel you have given to this house, not just in this campaign but throughout your life, I now bestow upon you a great honor,” Jasmine began, her voice imbued with affection and respect.

“You are hereby granted the title of Primis Ministerio inter Paris.

You shall oversee all matters of diplomacy for the princedom .” Lord Shahab lowered his head slightly in reverence.

“Your Grace, I am deeply honored.

I shall serve this princedom with all my strength and wisdom, as I always have.” His voice was steady, though there was a glint of pride in his eyes.

“Rise, Primis Ministerio,” Jasmine said, her voice filled with warmth as she acknowledged her trusted kin.

Princess Jasmine’s gaze shifted once more as she pronounced the names that the court thought would never hear.

“Jarza, Egil, Clio, and Asag,” she began, her voice resonating with the pride of a leader acknowledging the valor of her people.

“For your remarkable accomplishments in defeating Lord Ormund and for your unwavering dedication during the siege of Confluendi, I am pleased to announce that you are hereby awarded knighthood.

You shall choose a name for your house and take on a banner, your oath ceremony shall be held later, from now on you hereby enter the caste of nobility.” As the group rose from their kneeling positions, they turned toward Alpheo almost in unison.

Alpheo stood a few paces behind them, a broad smile stretching across his face, his eyes twinkling with warmth and pride.

In that instant, a silent understanding passed between them.

The four commanders shared a knowing glance, and it was clear that Alpheo had played the main role in their elevation to knighthood.