Thread: The Emperor and his Dragon

This is one of those societies where the Leader is also considered a somewhat divine figurehead. So please excuse any embellishments. I am just keeping with the setting. The Emperors of China where considered god like after all. Oh and Varina needs to be a European style dragon, not the snake like Chinese type. Ok. A long precession of soldiers and men on horses filled the misty mountains of the earlier morning. At the front where the men wearing the most ornate of all the armor, and where obviously the generals, while at the back, the artillery was being drug along by its crews. It was obvious that this was a army returning from war, and by the looks of things and with as much valuable objects that they carried, it had been a stunning success in expanding the kingdom. It would sometimes pass through villages and people would come out to try and get a look at the Emperor who had led the military again to another stunning victory, though they where disappointed to find that at the center of the precession where men carried along the Emperors carriage the curtains on either side where closed and the young man was not visible. All that was visible where the advisors riding on horses, whispering into the carriage for to the bored looking young man would was playing with a chess board to at least bless the people by letting them see him. Yet the young man would just wave the men off, the curtain would be closed as the young man continued to play with his chest bored. One of the old men who advised the young king just shook his head and said, It seems that sometimes that conquest is the only thing he is good at, or even cares about. Another nodded his head in agreement saying, Yes he would sometimes do well to stop playing with the army and learn to focus on his own people. Though where you to talk to the average solider marching along, they loved the young man simply because he knew how to take care of the army, and cared for the troops. Plus with him at the head, they almost never lost and casualties where always very low. Even if he never did any fighting himself. It was his brain that did most of the work. Yet give him a problem that came about within his own country and he was usually quite a dunce, and his advisor usually handled it. Where it not for their wisdom, the large Empire probably would have splintered out of neglect. As such it was strong and untied. Though a unsuccessful campaign, by the young Emperor could change that. He would eventually get beat, and as such unless he learned to take care of his country himself, he was living on borrowed time. Andol softly sighed as he again beat himself at chess, never having found a opponent that could beat him pretend military, he never worried about anyone doing it for real. He sighed as he took a bite of grapes and drunk some tea, which was spilled into his lap as he could feel one of the men outside stumble. The young man said nothing, nor yelled. Had it been anyone else, but one of his troops he might have said something, yet as such he was not going to yell at them. They had done good in battle, and he like to have their loyalty. Plus it as only a accident. So he just poured himself some more and drunk the tea. He sat there with a golden statue of a dragon in his lap, as well as two on either side of him. His lithe fingers softly ran over it. The young man loved dragons, they were strong and powerful, plus they where gods. So he had statues of them in his room and on his carriage. He also had one of his black robes, which wore. Even though his advisor kept telling the young man to put on his more ceremonial robes, he also used his authority to override them and wore the ones he liked. Those this was usually to the disproval of some foreign leaders. Yet they never messed with him, knowing what his armies could do. Andol sighed for a moment as he knew that his advisors would probably have some new subservient concubine waiting for him at the palace and he would just have to stick here in his harem, and leave her there with the other girls. He mostly ignored them, and it was unlike with most of the other rulers, on the other side of the palace. He did not have any heirs and was a virgin despite already being 19 and having ruled for 3 years. Most did not think that he would start any dynasty. His only legacy would be the extending of the kingdom that he did in his life time. Though the reason he was never interested in them was they were all so shallow and boring, none of them where educated and never willing to say 'no'. What he turely wanted was a man and, he wanted a strong one. While in be bed he wanted one that would, preferably be on top, which was impossible to find with the male dominated traditions of the day. He sighed and whispered to the Female Dragon God Lien, which he held in his lap to try and send him this man that he so desired. The army was passing through a wooded forest only miles from the capital as he said this prayer.