4E 201- Several months after the assassination of Emperor Titus Mede II
The empire fell further Into complete chaos with the mysterious assassination of Emperor Titus Mede II at the hands of a yet unknown Dark Brotherhood assassin. The civil war would end soon after, the crushed moral of the forces and might of Ulfric crushed the Imperials back Into retreat from Skyrim, leaving yet another nation independent from Empire rule. Titus left no blood heirs, being unable to produce any offspring. During his own burial, It was announced by the council that his adopted son Serinal Mede would take the reigns as the new emperor.
The people were furious, no longer trusting In the Mede dynasty and further the crumbling empire. Serinal was a common-born orphan, young and barely fit to rule is how the people saw it. Despite this uproar, the council stood by their decision, however, each only wanted to use the lad as a puppet for their own secret agendas. Cyrodil fell into a state of complete and civil war. Crime rampaged the province, people from all over rising up in their right to make a claim to throne. Counts, commonfolk, knights, hero's all the likes have taken up a banner for a claimant to the throne.
With Cyrodil In utter chaos. The Aldermari Dominion simply wait for the right time to strike...
The steps of the Imperial palace
Crowds and crowds of public gathered at the bottom of the steps as the streets filled with civilians and nobles alike, all watching at the very top where a tall bearded man waved his lanky arms outstretched towards the people, many rings on either hand shining against the rays of the burning sun. A long black, royal sikled cape dragged along the floor as his black boots stopped firmly in position at the very top of the steps.
"Good people, esteemed guests of the Imperial City, I welcome thee' to the dawn of a new era for this nation. A nation that come so far, let fallen so hard in the coming years since the late and great Martin Septim's sacrifice to close the hellfires of oblivion for good. It is the act's of the common man or woman that got unnoticed, it is these acts that saved a nation when a prisoner, left to fate became our saviour and champion. These are the people the empire needs in these times! It needs you!" Cassander roared to a tune of primarily cheers from the crowd, with a wave of indifference in certain corners and diseased coughs in another.
"The old way is over, the chancellor is gone talos rest his soul. Don't you all think? that it is high time we moved on, and let the fourth era begin! As the new acting Lord Regent in the name of the council, in the name of talos and the nine divines, in the honour of the great Mede dynasty, this empire will be one where the common man and noble prosper one in the same! One where you are safe and protected! Unified under one banner, the banner of Cyrodiil!" In his triumphant speech he let out a small grin as the crowd was being won over quickly.
After his rousing speech, from amongst the long row of Imperial councillors and legionaries that stood like patient statues behind the figure of Cassander, Serinal Mede stepped skittishly over towards the Imperial regent.
His olive skinned face slowly becoming visible as he stepped out from the shade, his ocean blue eyes shinning against the extravagant gold crown of Cassander. A hand quickly pulled Serinal forward, his long dark black curls flying upwards with the surprise and the boy nearly tripping over on his lavender and crimson coloured cape, the imperial dragon stitched in a soot by the designs centre.
"I present to you the people. Emperor Serinal Mede! Chosen of Titus Mede II to lead us into a new age! An age where the empire will never again set for the golden sun of Altmer oppression and deceit." Cassander gave a resounding endorsement to Serinal, gesturing for the boy to stand tall and gesture the people in return, leaning against him to whisper to his right ear.
"Weary they are of you boy and so far unimpressed. Unsheath your sword and raise it high, uttering a cry as hearty and as brave as you can. Then, we shall begin your reign…." Cassander took a please and smiled sarcastically. "My liege."
Before Serinal could give a response beyond a scared and anxious expression, Cassander removed himself from the emperor's and rejoined the council behind. In that sudden moment, with Serinal at the forefront to a crowd as large as the seas of the ghost sea, and suddenly as silent as the depths of Coldharbour….Serinal anxiously let the silence as everyone watched on him to speak.
He turned slightly, looking to his council…. Each wafting their hands in frantic motions for the boy emperor to do something, Cassander simply raising a eyebrow with a sharp grin to his face.
His tiny, soft fingertips gripped tightly on a red gem at the hilt of his expensively crafted Imperial steel blade. As swift as the wind that carried the birds across the sky, a resounding scrape of steel on leather resounded out across the streets of the ciy as a sword was raised as high as could for the 5 foot six emperor. Sunlight briefly shinned off the top of the blade, Serinal's posture mimicking that of a heroic statue, his eyes glancing at the crowd almost one by one searching for an expression of approval…..In that moment the front row cheered out loud and then like a wave of cries they all joined in approval. The boy emperor could do naught but smile gleefully and proudly, as he breathed heavily, his anxiously exposed chest beginning to feign and his sword arm locking into place as he kept it held up.
The roars of the crowd continued. A tall, bald dark skinned redguard walking to stand at Cassanders left.
"Can our plans commence without any further hinderance?" The deep voiced redguard spoke stoically beside the Imperial regent, a black cloak masking his features.
Cassander knelt his head to respond, eyes still fixated on the emperor who still had his sword held high. "They already have" A quick reply sent the hooded figure on his way, who lingered watching the emperor for another minute before seemingly vanishing back into the shadows of the palace.