Kasim Sultanate, Royal Palace
The Sultan Umar Al-Kasim, the current ruler of the Kasim Sultanate, was enjoying his ti with his mistress, the one he had forcibly married after killing her own family.
He was enamored by her beauty.
But she rejected his advances, which led to him taking this huge leap. He then raped her before keeping her in his harem. It was the sa for many won in his harem. They were all victims of his previous actions. The man couldn't control his lust and was indulgent to the core.
He was also stressed by the recent events that happened in the central subcontinent. Qutb Sultanate, their long rivalry ca to an end with an uneventful end. The Empire fully took control of the Qutb land.
Zafar Shah, the Sultan of the Qutb Sultanate was killed by the rebels and 90% of their nobles executed by the Empire. It was sudden. Umar never expected this. Due to this incident, his eyes finally opened to the reality.
The Empire was dangerous.
There was an even bigger issue at hand. All his influence in the Yadava kingdom was weeded out by the new queen. All the investnts and all the spy network work he had done over the years.
They were all found and thrown out within a span of three months. He was certainly pissed by it. The nobles that were mooching off him were now reluctant to listen to him.
The reason for this?
It was the massive influence of the Empire cented in the Yadava political sphere. The Empire declared the Yadavas as their true ally. It just ant one thing.
They would protect Yadavas in case of a conflict.
For Kasim, fighting the Empire would be almost like a baby deer trying to escape a tiger.
It would be so one-sided; Umar didn't even want to think about it.
'Damn it!' He got up from his bed as his mistress left with sniffles. Umar covered himself with a robe and was about to go to take a long soak in his bath.
He was interrupted by a knock.
"Enter." He ordered with a disdainful look. "What is it?"
It was one of his ministers in the royal court that ca to visit him. "Your Majesty," he greeted him with a slight bow.
"We have two urgent issues."
"Umm...Prince Aurangzeb caused so trouble."
"That buffoon. What did he do now?"
"Um... Apparently he drank and raped another girl."
Umar sighed. "Now what about it?"
"The village protested and the prince razed the village, killing everyone."
Umar nodded, asking him to continue.
"The protest ignited a wave of protests. Thousands began to join in. Multiple cities are marred by violent protest."
"How did it spread that fast?" He asked. "How long ago was this?"
"a Month!."
Umar's face went red. "And He didn't report it?"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"What's the damage?"
"All city mosques got destroyed, garrison soldiers slaughtered, and their hos burned to the ground. I have sent the army to quell it."
"WHAT THE HECK?" He yelled. "How is the damage so much?"
"Um... it all started at once; we didn't expect this."
Umar sighed and dismissed his minister. "Just suppress them and raze a couple of villages with the army. It will all cool down."
"Where is that brat??"
"In his room, playing with prostitutes."
"Throw him in a cell." Umar yelled. "He doesn't even know what he has done."
"Um... there is another piece of news." He said.
"Now what is it?"
"The Marathas and Empire have signed off on an alliance in Surat."
Just when he thought his headache wouldn't get any worse. It got even worse. The worst of the worst happened. An alliance between the Empire and Marathas.
This ant that the Empire would be strongest in the Subcontinent just because of their influence on the kingdoms around them.
'How this isn't possible.' Umar thought. 'Damn all of them.'
'At this rate, eventually I will be the prey for the Empire.'
He needs a solution to this problem. The scale of the Empire's movent was well beyond him. Umar needed support desperately to solve this issue. He needed to rally other kingdoms for support or else it would be a matter of ti before his kingdom fell to the Empire.
Umar had bad relations with the Gajapathis and couldn't ask them for support, but he had so relations with the Varna Kingdom, Amir Sultanate, and finally the Mughal Empire. He wanted to form a coalition in response to the Empire's alliance with the Maratha.
"You!" he yelled. "Send letters to the Amir, Varna, and finally the Mughal Empire."
"We need to rally support for our cause and survival."
"Yes, Your Majesty. I shall do that right away." He said.
"Ok." Umar heaved a sigh of relief.
If he managed to pull this off, he could at least save his kingdom from the expansion of the Empire.
He cursed the Emperor in his mind. He even compared him to his useless son Aurangzeb, a man whose worth was completely null and useless for the kingdom yet everyone boasted about him to be the next heir. Umar didn't care, as for him. He just wanted to die in peace. If Aurangzeb went and lost the kingdom after his death.
Why should he care but as long as he was alive. He wanted to live this extravagant lifestyle.
'The young Emperor is just like his father.'
Gajapathi Royal Palace, Cuttack
Gajapathi's royal courts were filled with murmurs and sounds of conversation. It was about the recent annexation of the Qutb Sultante by the Empire and its implication on the Gajapathis.
They felt the pressure as the young emperor, Harsha deva Raya, began to spread his wings of influence across the subcontinent.
It was threatening for them as well since their relations with the Empire were sour and they had no way to nd it due to the previous King's action.
"So we might need so support to help ourselves from this trouble that might spill over to our kingdom."
"Yes, Your Majesty." One of the ministers said to Lokendra Deva.
"There is a high chance we are next on the list of targets for the Empire," voiced another minister.
"I know but they still haven't integrated the annexed land. There is ti."
Lokendra knew that the integration process would take a while. If it's not properly integrated, it would look like the current Mughal Empire, filled with rebels to the brim. Every corner of the Empire filled with filth and poverty.
He also knew that Harsha wasn't the type of man to just look over these issues and go on a mad spree of conquering.
"What are the chances of them allying with the Marathas?" asked Lokendra of his ministers.
Silence marred the room as they had no answer to his question.
"Your Majesty, we just received so concerning news."
"What is it?"
"The worst has happened." The minister said ekly, "The Marathas have signed an alliance treaty with the Empire at Surat."
Lokendra's jaw dropped. He didn't expect the Emperor to move so quickly, so it would an that his calculations about the integration also could be wrong. He needed to rally support for his kingdom.
He needed to save his kingdoms from falling prey to Harsha's ambition; they were weak, in fact, very weak compared to the current Empire army.
Lokendra knew it; it was one of the many reasons that his father feared the forr Emperor of Vijayanagara.
"Now, what should we do?" Lokendra said, leaning forward. "This is truly a concerning situation."
"The Empire's movents were too quick and precise. It just ans we have very little ti to co to a consensus and rally support for our cause."
One of his ministers ca forward and bowed slightly before speaking.
"I think the Kasim would be thinking the sa thing by now, Your Majesty."
"So what do you suggest?"
"I suggest we send letters to the Varna and Ahoms for now. Despite our differences, they might know the gravity of the current situation."
"Kasim would also contact Varna; would they really side with us?"
"Hmm..." The minister scratched his chin. "I think they would."
"Why do you think so? We just went through so rough tis and our finances have been taking a hit these days."
"It's because of the Mughal Empire."
Lokendra looked intrigued.
"Varna has been at odds with the Mughals for a while, despite there being only skirmishes on their borders."
"I think there is a high chance they would ally with Kasim, who has good relations with the Mughals."
"But didn't they ally with Amir?, who have good relations with the Mughals?" Enjoy more content from empire
"Amir is different than Kasim, Your Majesty," he explained. "They have been a neutral power historically. That's the sole reason they even exist."
"The sa can't be said for Kasim, though."
"True," Lokendra nodded. "I think I got the picture."
"Send letters to the Varna and Ahoms; we need to stop this."
Lokendra sighed and leaned back on his throne.
'What are you even planning, Harsha?'
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