Fictus Imperator
Dmitrios Palaiogolos, is a relative of the deceased emperor. A distant one, that is. I did expect him to usurp my throne.
I was brought in shackles in front of the man I had entrusted the regency to. Deceit is indeed prevalent in these times. "Let me go now Dmitrios and relinquish the throne. I might spare your pitiful life."
Dmitrios stood up from the throne and walked towards. "And here comes home the prodigal hero, alone and weak, demanding for the rightful ruler of the empire to step down from his throne? Are you mad?"
He quickly kicked me in the face with his right foot, emitting gasps from the nobles on the sidelines. His guards lightly laughed.
I must wonder why you would try to hurt the man who singlehandedly saved an empire on the brink of oblivion and restored it to its former might. Did the nobles angry of my centralization bequeath the title to you? Or was it because you seek power?
That was the question I would've asked, if it weren't for the fact that I was tired from my long voyage.
When he was about to kick me again, I grabbed his right foot with my hand shackles and twisted it. It was broken forever, no doubt. His guards simultaneously charged at me. The first one stupendously freed me from my hand shackles and allowed me to stab him in the heart with his own dagger.
After fighting a dozen more guards, the nobles had fled and Dmitrios was trying to flee in crippled state. You will not receive mercy.
The next day, after I had secured the Imperial Palace of the traitorous bastards, I publicly flogged Dmitrios before tossing him to the crowd. He did not survive their beatings.
Author's Note: I haven't slept for twenty four hours. My mind's a little bit off. But rest assured, that is not an excuse for my poor writing.
This short chapter is for before I sleep.
Sweet dreams.