I can't believe I missed this by minutes. I had started writing a little short story but I couldn't finish it in time. Keep in mind that this is just a draft, but here's how far I got:
Three years... It took us three years to get to that point, and when we had finally won, at the hour of victory we were bickering like children. I said that you will have my decision, that I would choose my second in command. I asked only for a month to cleanse the castle of all the spies that still lingered like vultures, and then you would have my decision.
To think that Crasus would be sanctified by the Church and have all his zealous bloodshed forgiven just to further the clergy's position. Even if I were to have chosen him he wouldn't have lasted long before the Church would have had me replace him with a more “worthy” servant of God. I couldn't have chosen Crasus or Nathan, and his bloated nobles, would have stopped their supply of gold, so badly needed for the reconstruction. And I did need their money because the greedy clergy would have sooner starved us all than spend one golden piece to save the realm. However the greatest blow came form my generals. In the hour that I needed friends the most, my generals demanded of me to choose Ragnar the Ranger, “The Piercing Strider”, as my second in command. Any one of three and there would have been chaos... none and there would have been bloodshed... so I asked for a month... what else could I do...
I spent that whole night awake and it was that very night, that I first thought of it. The one way that I could save this fragile victory from turning to ash.
My “loyal” generals would lead the army near the Northern border, just in case the Dark King's brother would be foolish enough to cross the mountains and raid us while we were still in turmoil. Using a very efficient spy it was quite easy to turn the nobles against the clergy and force their hand to action. It would be Nathan to discover a very disturbing letter making it evident that the clergy had been secretly hiring mercenaries to storm the capital and keep the guards busy while the holy crusaders would cleanse the realm of the vile nobility. When I approached him and expressed my own concerns about rumors of armed riders in the northern hills he was quite relived to have the Tzar's support. While he was making plans with his fattened ilk, I sent my spy North on another mission. Under my supervision we planed the “perfect counter-offensive”. We would place lookouts to give us a day's warning on any armed force approaching the capital, thus maximizing our time to gather our forces. I was amused by how knowledgeable the nobles were, when it came to gathering the villainous scum of the capital that would be willing to kill anybody for the right price.
When the signal came all the preparations amounted to nothing more than a turbulent mess... screaming and wailing and hacking... even so, caught by surprise the fanatical holy warriors could not stop that frenzied whirlwind until it ran its course. And in that perfect mess I and Mardek rode out through the main gate, heading North.
It took us five hours to finally meet up with the advancing armed force “threatening” the capital. Mardek had the biggest grin on his face up to the point when that arrow shattered his skull. Nobody would question his motives for helping the nobility in their attempt to seize the capital while the army was in the North... after all he was insane. Taking pleasure in incinerating the prisoners and always reeking of burned flesh... we couldn't have won the war without his help and he played his part, but the moment the war was over he became an unusable liability. And nobody would ever question the nobility's choice to contact the Dark King's brother. Or why would the spy, carrying their letter, choose to traverse the army's encampment in his attempt to exit the border, even if he was using Mardek's blinking talisman. Because nobody held any love for the nobility and nobody cared about poor insane Mardek.
Once reunited with the army we returned to the capital and slaughtered every nobleman and their armed rabble. The rest was easy, if somewhat time consuming. I took the vast wealth of the Church for myself, only for safe keeping, of course, until the upper clerical class was restored, while frequently making sure to prevent it. Then I repaid my trusted generals with the domains of the nobles for their years of service, thus removing them from the power they held in the army. And Ragnar the Ranger, “Savior of the Realm” became my second in command and he was also lost command of the army. As expected, the generals proved themselves incompetent in all other domains other that war making so they always fell into debt, while I, as their sovereign and old friend was there for each of them, slowly rebuying the lands I gratefully bestowed on to them.