Late that night, in the famous dormitory of Bucorleon, something happened that affected the entire empire.

When the Emperor arrived, he found a man waiting among the bull and the stone lion, and Isaac Komnenos, the chief nobleman of the Empire, took refuge in the distance.

This woman, when will you let me go!

Alexios felt a kind of anger, but he knew it wasn't time.

"Ma'am." The Emperor greeted the noblewoman with a smile.

The Georgian princess and former Empress Maria Alania gave an imperfect salute to the emperor in some despair.

The two old lovers looked at each other like this, until the woman took the initiative to break the silence:

"Congratulations, dear...... Your Majesty. ”

The Emperor could guess what was going on in her heart, what her greatest nightmare was - the lioness was in front of the male lion, and her biggest weakness was her cub.

However, Alexios had only cruel thoughts in his heart at the moment: this is politics, slut, and tonight I am the victor.

Isaac reappeared, followed by a large number of court dignitaries who had already arrived at the news, including Isaac's own son-in-law, the eldest son of the governor of Trabzon.

"Let's go inside." With that, the emperor waved his arms, urging everyone to ascend the porphyry-decorated stone steps as if commanding a battle.

Empress Irina had just given birth, and the purple dormitory was still separated from the terrace by a curtain, and when the emperor arrived, the first thing to receive was the newborn eldest son, an ugly baby with a dark complexion, but the emperor's most important treasure at the moment.

Now, you've given me everything, my wife.

When the emperor reappeared in front of everyone with his son in his arms, he almost had a demonstrative attitude, a purple born heir to the empire, and the future of the dynasty was finally Komnenos's.

The child was named John, ostensibly inheriting his grandfather's name, but equally his great-grandfather's name.

The grandfather is dead, and the great-grandfather is still alive.

Alexios had a happy heart in his heart, and the future of the old thing was shattered, and after tonight, that Dukas's lion cub would no longer be the crown prince.

But why provoke him, a demon not far from hell.

The emperor's old lover protected his son, observing the emperor's face uneasily, but he couldn't help but turn to the baby in the emperor's arms, and could barely hide the true feelings in his heart: the crazy desire to murder.

The wives of the former Empress Maria and the chief nobleman Isaac, both from the Georgian royal family of Bagration, are all too familiar with the rules of the game in Constantinople, and the young and amorous general in front of him is not in front of him, human emotions have rarely played a role in him, and the creature wearing the crown must have the instinct to kill.

"Are you going to get rid of that kid?" Isaac asked after everyone else had dispersed.

"It's not time yet, don't forget, he's a Ducasse."

"What about Anna......" Isaac said the eldest princess's name at the risk of angering the lion - your daughter will hate you, don't you really care?

Perhaps Malikshah's son would be better off than marrying a eunuch.

No one cared about this before, after all, the castrated child was the son of Mikhail VII, the heir to the empire. But after tonight, Constantine Ducasse was just a threat, just like the other lion cubs: Nikephoros the Younger, son of Nikephoros Brainer, and Nikephoros Diogenes, the son of Romanus IV, who are now only Brachner's pets, but one day these purple cubs will grow up, when Alexios will grow old, and his son John will not yet be grown.

The fleeting joy of defeating the old man was replaced by more apprehension, the Emperor seemed to hear the disgusting hypocrisy of the false monk, and the court would have been more fearful of the kingmaker than ever before—for decades, no one would be sure who would sit on the throne the next day, but Caesar would always be Caesar.

With his son in his arms, Alexios came to the terrace of the purple dormitory, across the deep Sea of Marmara, the source of all chaos - Asia Minor.

The birth of the prince had no obvious effect on Angus, who lived in the barracks, and even if he received Brachna's bounty, he had nowhere to spend it at the moment, and he could not go to the capital's big markets, brothels, and racetracks, and was accompanied only by Latin mercenaries, Cuman mercenaries, and Varangians who patrolled everywhere every day, and he began to miss the body of the female bean, but he did not pay any attention to the eyes of his subordinates who had recently looked at Maeve, who was developing into a small calamity under Angus's nose, but he never saw it.

The Pecheneg tribes, which had crossed the border in the spring, were still raging in the north, and the frontier districts, which had turned from disillusionment to anger in the capital, were turning to the invaders. But Angus didn't know this, because no one had given him the order to send the "elite" reinforcements sent by the Holy See to fight the herdsmen, and Chief Andreano was busy preparing gifts for his nephew, as if the northern frontier of the empire was at peace.

This tense and peaceful life lasted for a month, by which time the Emperor had crossed the sea to join the Count of Flanders, who was becoming more and more impatient.

On this day, a cavalryman from the north appeared from the abandoned cultivated fields and rushed to the military governor's residence, and as he passed through the suburbs, many of the nearby garrisons saw it, and the soldiers began to talk about it, and this sparkling messenger often meant one thing.

"What happened?" As soon as he saw the messenger, Andreano asked impatiently.

"Lord Valazetes is dead!" The Pecheneg wept in front of his brother, who was the palace guard of Valazetus, and for whom the death of the monarch was the fall of the heavens.

When Andreano heard the bad news, he almost kicked over the bronze lamppost, and when he heard the other party's narration, his hands and feet were even colder.

"Eighty thousand!" Knowing the size of the force that was approaching the capital, he felt like the entire mosaic ceiling was dangling.

"The deputy commanders of the military districts are picking up the remnants of the army, and the remaining ones are still alive, such as Andronicus, Theodora, John, Leo, Kyriakush, and Simerios Solomon......"

"Come on, quick! I will write to Your Majesty at once! Andreano yelled with a shudder.