The next morning, Alexander awoke at dawn. Outside the windows, a faint light slowly glided across the carved shutters, giving way to the start of a new day. The room was still shrouded in twilight, but waking had become as inevitable as the rising sun.
The previous evening and night had been consumed by thoughts - deliberating over Stanislav's words regarding the autonomy-minded boyars and his own plans for state reforms.
Reforms were a delicate balancing act. The boyars disliked change. They were unlikely to openly oppose it but would prefer to stall, cautiously searching for ways to circumvent or delay any new policies. Direct confrontation would be a last resort for them. Alexander understood that to push through his reforms, he had to not only demonstrate their benefits but also instill confidence that these changes would not upend the established order.
- The key is to show them the advantage. The changes must become their cause, not just mine, - Alexander reflected. This thought had hovered over him throughout the evening and into the night, filling his mind with relentless questions.
His task was both complex and promising: the vast territories of Kyivan Rus' presented both a challenge and an opportunity. The state stretched from the Baltic to the Black Sea, from the Carpathians to the Volga.
In terms of scale, it rivaled the greatest powers of the time - such as the Holy Roman Empire to the west, Byzantium to the south, and the fragmented Caliphate to the east.
Managing such vast lands was no easier than governing the Byzantine Empire, with its countless regions and local laws, or the Holy Roman Empire, where princes and dukes constantly challenged central authority.
It was both a challenge and an opportunity. Unlike the fragmented feudal West, where kings depended heavily on the whims of their vassals, Kyivan Rus' offered greater flexibility. True, the veche and boyar councils could interfere in politics, especially in cities like Novgorod and Polotsk. However, this very flexibility could become Alexander's greatest weapon - if he could find the right balance.
- The advantage is that reforms can be implemented across all lands at once, - he thought. - If I show the boyars that these changes will strengthen their power as well, resistance can turn into support
This idea became his guiding star. He needed to move carefully, navigating between the interests of various factions. But if everything went according to plan, the reforms would not only solidify his control but also unlock new potential for the growth of Kyivan Rus'.
Alexander knew that what was at stake was not merely his own power - it was the fate of the entire state and his legacy.
The prince rose from his bed. The cool stone floor beneath his feet brought him fully back to the reality of a new day. Stretching, Alexander shook off the lingering remnants of sleep.
By custom, servants would typically enter at this hour to assist the ruler of such a vast state in dressing. But they did not appear - nor did Alexander expect them. Stanislav the Great had given strict orders that no one was to disturb the prince except for his trusted druzhinniks.
In these past days, Alexander had grown accustomed to the solitude and the deep silence of his chambers. Now that his health was improving, he saw little reason for anyone to attend to minor tasks like dressing.
In contrast, Byzantine emperors or Western monarchs in a similar situation would have been surrounded by dozens of courtiers - chamberlains entering from one side, advisors from another, while servants rushed about fulfilling trivial duties. Every morning would have been orchestrated down to the smallest detail of ceremony.
But such traditions did not exist in Kyivan Rus'. Despite the state's scale and strength, its rulers led simpler lives. There were no elaborate court rituals like those of Byzantium. Instead of being encircled by countless nobles and attendants, the prince relied on his druzhina, a few close boyars, and his steward to manage the affairs of the court.
For Alexander, who valued practicality and self-reliance, this simplicity was a relief. Two sides of his nature intertwined within him: the prince of the past, trained in his youth to be self-sufficient, and the Alexander of the future - a man accustomed to depending solely on himself in a world of technology and structured systems. In his modern life, he had lived by the principle that the less commotion around him, the greater his freedom to act.
In his youth, Prince Alexander's mentor, Boyar Vysheslav, had instilled in him discipline and a simple truth: a ruler must be capable of facing life's hardships on his own.
- Remember, Prince, power is not the grandeur of a throne but the ability to endure the storm yourself. When your father, Yaroslav, was overcome with doubt, who sustained him? Only his own strength and loyalty to his word, - Vysheslav would remind him. - No one will grant you more authority than what you create through your actions
These lessons stayed with Alexander throughout his life, reinforced by new trials. In the future world he had once lived in, there was no one to provide daily comfort and security.
He had learned to care for himself - from maintaining his gear to preparing his own meals. The pomp and bustle of servants, seen in this world as symbols of greatness, were, to him, nothing but an annoying hindrance.
Alexander pulled on a tunic embroidered with the pattern of a grapevine - an ancient symbol of power and prosperity, a protective emblem on his path. He tightened a leather belt with a heavy buckle engraved with the Rurikid emblem. The buckle seemed to carry the weight of time itself, merging the past and future, a reminder of the burden of rule.
As he smoothed the sleeves of his tunic, three firm, deliberate knocks echoed through the door, as if saying: I know you'll hear me.
- Prince, it's me, - came the deep, steady voice of Stanislav from beyond the door. He always spoke with a tone that left no room for doubt.
Alexander paused briefly, letting the calmness of Stanislav's presence settle his thoughts, then answered evenly:
- Come in
The door creaked open, revealing the imposing figure of Stanislav the Great. His broad frame filled the doorway for a moment. His face, resolute and ready for action, was immediately focused on Alexander.
Stanislav's eyes carefully examined the prince, assessing his condition. A flicker of approval crossed his gaze - Alexander had nearly fully recovered and now appeared prepared for the challenges ahead.
- Good morning, Prince, - Stanislav said with restrained respect. Stepping forward, he continued in a firm, steady tone: - Today is the Eve of the Annunciation and the final day before your coronation. Everyone will be watching your every move - boyars, clergymen, and the Byzantines
Alexander nodded thoughtfully, digesting the words. The room fell into a brief but palpable silence. Stanislav stood motionless, like a stone wall, while the prince swayed slightly on his feet, deep in contemplation of the events to come.
He knew that earning the trust of the boyars had not even begun. They saw him more as a rival than a leader. Now, each of his actions would need to demonstrate that he was not only strong but also worthy of rule. This was a game where mistakes were not an option.
- Where do we begin? - Alexander asked calmly, with a faint note of curiosity in his voice.
He understood that everyone expected him to fulfill the rituals and duties of a ruler. Yet memories of his previous life whispered otherwise: princely ceremonies had always seemed tiresome and unnecessary to him.
Even his former self had placed little value on such customs, preferring to train with the druzhina in the practice yard. Rituals, councils, negotiations - none of these had seemed vital to a man accustomed to relying on swift and decisive action.
Stanislav, as always, remained composed and steady.
- First, the chapel, - he said in an unyielding tone that did not require repetition. - You must offer the morning prayer before the icon of Christ Pantocrator. A monk sent by the Metropolitan will meet you there to bestow a blessing and guidance for the day ahead. It's an important part of your responsibilities
Alexander nodded, understanding that the ceremony was more than a mere formality. On the eve of such a significant day, with many already arriving for the celebrations, every tradition held heightened importance.
- After that, breakfast and the pressing matters of state, - Stanislav added. - Are you ready?
Alexander silently lifted his head. His gaze was clear and steady, like the cold gleam of steel in sunlight. His mind was focused solely on the upcoming trial, which felt akin to battle: this would require not strength but endurance and sharp wit.
- Ready. Lead on, - he replied curtly.
Stanislav's eyes swept over the prince, gauging his resolve. Satisfied, he nodded approvingly - the young prince was beginning to walk the path he needed to take to become a true ruler.
They wasted no time. Together, they made their way toward the doors, leaving behind the stillness of the night-shrouded chambers. Outside, the day was already gathering strength, promising to be long, full of trials, and laden with new decisions.
They stepped out of the prince's chambers, followed silently by Mstislav and Mirnomir - loyal members of Alexander's druzhina. Their steps were soft, nearly inaudible, yet their presence felt like a solid wall of protection behind him.
Stanislav gave them a brief nod, confirming their role as escorts to the chapel. Meanwhile, other druzhinniks replaced them at the post by the chamber doors, ensuring constant vigilance over the prince's quarters.
The palace slumbered in the pre-dawn stillness. Torchlight flickered across the walls, casting restless shadows over icons and ancient carved columns. Stanislav led with a steady stride, occasionally glancing back at Alexander. Mstislav and Mirnomir followed a few paces behind, their eyes scanning the surroundings with quiet vigilance.
- We're almost there, - Stanislav said calmly as the massive doors of the chapel came into view. His voice was even, but there was an air of gravity in his words.
- In light of the great feast, the morning prayer is mandatory. The Metropolitan has sent one of his men to deliver your blessing, - Stanislav continued, pausing briefly. A faint smile touched his lips. - But it's not just any monk. It's Bishop Luka of Chernihiv, one of Metropolitan Hilarion's most trusted advisors
Alexander raised an eyebrow slightly.
- And what is he supposed to do?
- The blessing ritual. He'll recite a prayer before the icon, sprinkle you with holy water, and offer a brief address. These things carry great importance on major feast days, Prince. The people expect to see you not only as their ruler but also as a protector of the Christian faith
Alexander reflected for a moment. The Church had always played a central role in the life of the principality, and this meeting was no coincidence. Luka was likely not only representing ecclesiastical authority but also evaluating the future grand prince as a potential ally.
- Seems everything is carefully planned, - Alexander murmured, his voice calm with newfound understanding.
- Exactly, Prince. Traditions and symbols are a vital part of your reign, especially on days like this, - Stanislav affirmed with a nod.
Before long, they halted before an intricately carved door made of dark oak, adorned with grapevine motifs and a cross. Stanislav opened it and bowed slightly, inviting Alexander to enter. In the center of the chapel, softly lit by flickering lamps, a man in long ecclesiastical robes stood waiting. He bowed his head in a gesture of respect.
- Peace be with you, Prince Alexander, - Bishop Luka greeted him. His deep, soothing voice resonated through the sacred space. - I have come to pray with you and bestow a blessing
Alexander responded with quiet respect:
- And peace to you, Bishop, - he said, inclining his head slightly. He stepped forward and stood before the icon of Christ Pantocrator. The lamps in the chapel cast a gentle, golden glow, and shadows crept along the walls like living scripture.
Luka gestured for him to stand beside him, then knelt before the icon, beginning a quiet introductory prayer.
- Lord Almighty, Ruler of heaven and earth, strengthen this ruler, Your servant Alexander. Grant him wisdom to govern his people for Your glory and for the prosperity of his lands. Clear his path of obstacles and endow him with grace to rule justly
Alexander crossed himself and bowed his head. The bishop's voice, deep and steady, seemed to fill every crack in the ancient stone walls. Luka then lifted his gaze to the icon of the Holy Theotokos, positioned in a dedicated corner of the chapel.
- Most Holy Theotokos, our defender and protector, strengthen the spirit of this ruler and shield his people from both visible and invisible enemies. Grant peace and prosperity to this land
For a moment, the chapel was filled with profound silence. Alexander felt the tension within him begin to ease, replaced by focus and a firm sense of purpose.
The bishop took a step forward, opening a liturgical book and beginning to recite a psalm:
- The Lord is my light and my salvation - whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life - of whom shall I be afraid?
Alexander listened intently, absorbing each word. The verses spoke not only of protection but also of duty - the need to bear responsibility for the fate of his people. The chapel seemed to breathe with the power of those words. The lamps flickered gently, their wax dripping slowly, as the scent of incense filled the air.
When Luka finished the reading, he approached the prince with a silver vessel of consecrated water. He sprinkled Alexander three times, intoning:
- May the Lord's blessing be upon you, Prince Alexander. May the heavenly power guide you in your reign and in all your deeds. May every act of yours bring peace and justice to these lands
Alexander crossed himself again and stood tall. He met the bishop's gaze and gave a respectful nod.
- Thank you, Father, - he said quietly. - This is important not only for me but for the entire principality
Luka smiled gently and stepped back, bowing slightly to signify the conclusion of the rite. The lamps continued their soft crackling, while the warm, enveloping scent of incense lingered in the air. The silence became almost palpable.
Alexander turned slowly and walked toward the door. His footsteps echoed faintly on the stone floor, breaking the stillness. Outside, Stanislav and the druzhinniks waited for the prayer to conclude. As soon as Alexander stepped through the doorway, Stanislav advanced, his eyes carefully scanning the prince.
- How did it go, Prince? - he asked evenly, though there was a trace of concern in his voice.
Alexander nodded slightly, his gaze steady and composed.
- Peaceful. Luka gave me his blessing and words of counsel. We can move forward
Stanislav watched Alexander for a few moments, as if assessing the firmness behind his words. Then, he allowed a slight smile to touch the corner of his lips.
- Good. It's going to be a full day, so we should eat. Kukhmistr, Svaromir, has already prepared breakfast, - he remarked, his tone shifting to something more casual. - It might be worth making regular morning meals with loyal boyars a tradition. Starting the day by discussing matters at the table is a wise practice
Alexander paused briefly in thought, then nodded firmly as ideas began to take shape in his mind.
- Good point. We'll give it some thought. Lead the way, - he replied shortly.
Stanislav gestured ahead, and they moved down the long corridor illuminated by the glow of wall-mounted torches. As Alexander walked, his thoughts lingered on the name "Svaromir."
- Kukhmistr... That's like a head chef in the 21st century, isn't it?
He chuckled inwardly. At first glance, yes - a man responsible for preparing meals. But as more memories from the prince's life surfaced, he realized that things were far more complex here.
In modern times, a head chef was more of an artist in the kitchen. Menus, flavor pairings, and elegant presentation defined their world. Their team worked with precision, everything followed a set schedule, and supplies and sanitation were handled by reliable systems.
Here, however, things were entirely different.
A kukhmistr managed not only the kitchen but also the entire storehouse of the princely palace. He coordinated the work of cooks and servants, monitored the storage of provisions, and organized feasts.
If something spoiled in the cellars or if there was a shortage of spices, it became his responsibility. He also ensured that food was not only flavorful but safe - a crucial task in medieval Kyivan Rus', where poisoning or disease could wreak havoc on a ruler's household.
Alexander's thoughts deepened. Considering the logistical challenges and everyday life of this era, the kukhmistr resembled a skilled administrator more than a mere cook. He oversaw everything - from supply chains to food distribution during events. If he failed, the entire court would feel the impact.
- I'll need to visit the kitchen this evening, - Alexander mused. - Check how the food is stored, which spices are available, what's typically prepared, and how they handle cleanliness and other essentials
He pondered the broader implications of such a visit. The kitchen could serve as the starting point for reforms. It wasn't just a place for cooking - it was crucial to the health and readiness of everyone living and working in the palace.
- The future stability and health of the entire principality, - he murmured quietly to himself.
In the modern world, people had long recognized the importance of such things. Cleanliness in the kitchen, proper food storage, and infection control were taken for granted. Here, however, neglecting these practices could quickly lead to illness and weakened morale.
- We'll start small, - Alexander concluded internally. - Inspect the kitchen, suggest improvements. If handled properly, we can significantly enhance nutrition and overall efficiency
Ideas for potential changes swirled in his mind: improving storage conditions, introducing better food preparation methods, and experimenting with new dishes and rare spices. The key was that these changes wouldn't face much resistance. People always noticed - and appreciated - improvements they could taste.
- Food is the perfect entry point for early reforms, - he allowed himself a brief smile. - No debates or arguments here. The results will speak for themselves
As thoughts of future changes continued to spin in his mind, he and Stanislav walked down the long corridor. The princely commander observed Alexander carefully but remained silent, allowing the young ruler to continue his reflections. The flickering torchlight cast long shadows on the columns, their outlines distorted on the uneven stone surfaces.
The corridor led them into a spacious hall - the Trapezna.
Soft light slid across copper pitchers and lamps, filling the room with a warm golden glow. Carved patterns of intertwining vines and stylized birds - symbols of the princely lineage - decorated the walls. Heavy embroidered fabrics adorned the corners of the hall. The wooden floor creaked faintly underfoot, and the air carried the comforting aroma of freshly prepared food.
At the center stood a massive oak table draped with a simple linen cloth. A lamp hung above it, casting a gentle, golden light over the room. The hall breathed an ancient calm and steady strength.
Dobrynya Vsevolodich, the Ognyshanin, awaited them by the table. Hearing their footsteps, he rose smoothly and bowed to Alexander and Stanislav. His posture and composed expression reflected the presence of a man accustomed to maintaining order and security within the princely estate. Before him sat an empty wooden bowl - he had, of course, not begun the meal without them.
- Good morning, Prince Alexander, Stanislav the Great, - he greeted them calmly.
- Good morning, Dobrynya, - Alexander replied curtly as he approached the table.
Stanislav offered a brief nod of acknowledgment before taking his seat.
- Everything is proceeding as planned, - Dobrynya continued. - The boyars are steadily arriving, and the Byzantine delegation is finishing their breakfast in their chambers. They've kept to themselves for now, but I expect that Magister Nikodemos will make his presence known later
- Good, - Alexander replied simply as he took his seat. Stanislav sat to his left, while Dobrynya, maintaining his composed focus, resumed his place across from the prince.
Alexander's gaze shifted to the table.
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The oak surface held several dishes, each in its own vessel. A steaming bowl of millet porridge with honey and nuts emitted a comforting warmth. On a wide platter lay freshly baked bread with a golden crust, untouched by a knife.
A flat dish bore smoked fish with a faint aroma of damp oakwood, while another bowl contained boiled root vegetables. Within easy reach stood two pitchers - one filled with cool kvass and the other with diluted wine.
Stanislav and Dobrynya had similar portions before them. The meal was modest yet balanced, embodying the harmony of a traditional Lenten breakfast - a reminder of the importance of both temperance and abundance without excess.
The meal began in silence. Alexander took a few measured sips of kvass, feeling the tension from the morning prayer gradually ease. The cool drink soothed his dry throat, while the warmth of the food spread slowly through his body.
It was Stanislav who finally broke the silence. His voice, as always, was steady and confident:
- Prince, let's begin with a matter of urgency. It concerns the attack on you and your brothers. This was carefully orchestrated, and mercenaries were not acting alone. According to my information, certain boyars either turned a blind eye to the passage of these attackers through their lands or quietly aided them. Without their tacit approval, foreign elites would not have been able to get so close and launch an assault on you and the other princes
Stanislav paused, watching Alexander closely before continuing firmly:
- I am already conducting an investigation. You will be the first to hear the results as soon as they are confirmed
Alexander set down his kvass and met the commander's gaze.
- Good. If they managed it once, they might try again
Stanislav nodded, the corner of his mouth twitching with a brief, faint smile.
- Exactly, Prince. The most peculiar part of this is that the attack targeted only you and your late brothers. All other relatives remained unharmed. I hesitate to jump to conclusions, but in our world, such coincidences are rarely accidental
Alexander's expression tightened briefly before returning to its usual focused calm.
- I understand, Stanislav. I trust you to uncover the truth. How is security being handled today and for the coronation? What measures have been implemented? - he asked in a composed yet probing tone.
Stanislav straightened slightly, as though Alexander's words had strengthened his resolve.
- Security for the coronation will be of the highest level, Prince. The Cathedral of Saint Sophia is already surrounded by our men. Druzhinniks will take positions at all entrances and key points within the citadel. After the ceremony, we will ensure protection during the feast and at the palace
Alexander nodded thoughtfully, letting the words settle. His gaze lingered briefly on the softly flickering lamps above the table.
- Good, - he said quietly, as if concluding the matter. He took another sip of kvass, then relaxed slightly and added with a light smile:
- So, what's next after breakfast?
Stanislav, noticing that the prince had become calmer, leaned forward slightly. His gaze softened, and his voice took on a mentoring tone.
- After breakfast, Prince, I'll introduce you to those who can become your strongest support. These aren't mere servants or subjects. They are loyal boyars and influential figures who back the pro-princely alliance. If they see strength, wisdom, and justice in you, they will serve you as faithfully as they once served your father, Yaroslav the Wise
Alexander listened intently, feeling the weight of responsibility grow heavier on his shoulders. His father's name, revered as the Wise, always loomed as an example to emulate. Achieving that level of power and respect was a goal he had yet to earn.
- Those who support princely authority... - he murmured, turning over Stanislav's words in his mind. - And what do they want in return? Support is rarely without conditions
Stanislav nodded in agreement.
- Of course. Everyone has their interests. The boyars seek to strengthen their positions in the provinces, while the clergy want a greater say in key decisions. But above all, they want to see a strong ruler. If they are convinced that you can protect and lead the state forward, they'll stand by you. Especially now, when times are uncertain
He paused, allowing Alexander to absorb the information, then continued:
- The Byzantine delegation is watching closely as well. They're observing how you govern and how your boyars receive you. If you can demonstrate your capability, your authority will grow - not only within Kyivan Rus' but beyond its borders
Alexander leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on his hand.
- So, today isn't just a meeting - it's a test, - he stated calmly.
- Exactly, - Stanislav confirmed. - We'll begin with those who are most loyal to the pro-princely alliance. They were the first to express their support. If you make a strong impression, it will set a positive precedent. From there, we'll see how things progress
Alexander nodded, feeling a growing sense of resolve. He would need to pass these trials if he wanted not just to occupy the throne but to truly rule over a great state. He raised his eyes from his plate and fixed his gaze on Stanislav.
- Who are these people? - he asked with interest, pushing aside the empty bowl of porridge.
Stanislav took a moment, sipping from his cup of kvass, as though carefully deciding where to begin. Finally, he nodded toward Dobrynya. The ognyshanin sat upright, showing no signs of tension or haste, as if calmly awaiting his cue.
- Let's start with Dobrynya Vsevolodich. He is the Ognyshanin - the steward responsible for order in the palace and across the entire princely estate, - Stanislav explained.
Dobrynya slowly rose and gave a respectful bow.
- Prince Alexander, I am Dobrynya Vsevolodich, - he introduced himself. His voice was steady, with the confident intonation of a man who knew his domain. - My duty is to maintain order in your household and its surroundings. Whether it concerns estate management, guest receptions, security, or other internal matters, I am at your service. There is not a door in the terem behind which I do not know what occurs
He straightened, raising an eyebrow slightly as if inviting any questions or instructions from the prince.
Alexander narrowed his eyes in thought. In Kyivan Rus', the Ognyshanin held far greater significance than a mere steward. He wielded extensive authority within the palace and even beyond its walls, overseeing everything from security to diplomatic receptions.
In practice, such a figure could be second only to the prince in the day-to-day running of the state. His influence depended not just on formal powers but also on his access to the prince, knowledge of court secrets, and connections with key boyars.
In Byzantium, a comparable figure would be the logothete of the drome or a parakoimomenos - officials responsible for imperial administration and direct access to the emperor's private quarters. Such individuals could shape the fate of entire provinces with a single decision.
In the Holy Roman Empire, their counterparts were high-ranking court officials such as grand hofmeisters or chancellors, who managed court organization, finances, and political affairs. Their influence often extended far beyond the palace walls, enabling them to covertly manipulate dukes, advisors, and generals.
Alexander recognized that Dobrynya already possessed significant leverage. If he chose to exploit his position for personal gain, the consequences could be catastrophic. However, if he remained within the circle of trusted advisors, he could become an invaluable pillar of support for governance and administration. It was a fine balance that Alexander would need to carefully maintain.
His thoughts briefly returned to the kitchen and the kukhmistr.
Improving the quality, safety, and efficiency of food preparation was not merely a personal concern. It was part of a broader strategy.
If Alexander personally oversaw reforms in the kitchen and made them visible, it would send a powerful message to his court - particularly to those who still saw him as an inexperienced heir.
Dobrynya, as one of the key allies, would witness how Alexander brought order and attention to detail where others might see trivial matters. Such actions would demonstrate his readiness to think several steps ahead, identify problems at their roots, and resolve them decisively.
- Start small and prove yourself through results - that's the best way to establish authority, - Alexander reflected.
Emerging from his thoughts, he nodded to Dobrynya in acknowledgment.
- Good. We have a lot of work ahead of us together. I believe we can start taking action today, - he said firmly, leaning forward slightly. His voice carried steady conviction.
Dobrynya carefully looked at Alexander, raising an eyebrow slightly.
- What do you mean, Prince? - he asked, with a hint of curiosity and caution.
Alexander clasped his fingers in front of him and spoke calmly but firmly:
- I'm interested in the kitchen and everything related to food. I want to inspect where and how provisions are stored, which dishes are prepared, and how sanitation and food handling are organized. I need to understand how it all works
For a moment, Dobrynya's gaze lingered on the prince, subtle surprise in his eyes. He clearly hadn't expected this kind of interest from a ruler.
- Hm... the kitchen? - he repeated quietly, frowning slightly. A faint trace of skepticism flickered across his face, but he quickly nodded. - Of course, Prince. I can show you everything and introduce you to the kukhmistr Svaromir. He manages all matters concerning the kitchen and is responsible for feeding both the palace and the entire princely druzhina
- Good, - Alexander continued, maintaining his calm but serious tone. - We'll go before the evening feast. Let's make sure Svaromir doesn't know about our visit. I want to see how things are truly run, not how they look when people know a check is coming and cover up the flaws beforehand
Dobrynya pondered this for a moment. He understood that sudden inspections often caused anxiety among servants, but the prince's reasoning made sense. If Alexander wanted to restore order, he needed to see the real picture.
- Understood, Prince. I'll handle everything and make sure the kukhmistr has no idea. - He gave a slight bow, though thoughts continued to swirl in his mind:
- What is he planning? What ideas does the prince have regarding the kitchen? - But he kept these questions to himself. The most important thing was to fulfill the order.
Dobrynya returned to his seat, crossing his arms over his lap. Stanislav observed the exchange with a faint smile.
- You'll be working side by side with Dobrynya often, - Stanislav noted, leaning back in his chair. - He knows every corner of the palace. But this is just the beginning, Prince. The next people you'll face will be more difficult. Some will take a long time to convince
Alexander raised an eyebrow, catching a subtle hint of something more significant in Stanislav's tone.
- Who's next? - he asked with feigned nonchalance, trying to grasp the hidden meaning.
Stanislav paused briefly, as if searching for the right words, before answering with noticeable seriousness:
- Olga Strumenskaya, the provincial governor of the Volhynian lands. She is wealthy, influential, and backed by most of the local boyars. Her control over the region is solid. Gaining her support is crucial
Alexander squinted, mentally drawing comparisons.
In Byzantium, a woman in her position might be a kephale - a provincial governor accountable directly to the emperor. In Western lands, she might hold the status of a duchess or marchioness, wielding both military and political authority over a vital region. For Kyivan Rus', this was remarkable. Women rarely achieved such influence, let alone maintained it while keeping local nobility under control.
- A woman governs an entire region? - he asked with mild surprise, leaning back thoughtfully. - And with such support? It's rare for boyars to unanimously recognize a woman's authority
He didn't view this as a weakness; rather, he was intrigued by how Olga had managed to secure her position in a society where tradition often favored male leadership. His thoughts wandered to the great women rulers of other nations - Byzantine regents who governed during crises or European ladies who strengthened their houses through diplomacy and strategic marriages.
Stanislav chuckled softly, shaking his head.
- Don't underestimate her, Prince. Her husband was one of your father's finest commanders. When he fell during a campaign, Yaroslav appointed her as a temporary governor. But that 'temporary' position became permanent. Olga quickly proved herself to be as capable as any senior boyar. The nobility accepted her because they saw in her a strong administrator and a shrewd politician
Alexander nodded slowly. Stanislav's words left no doubt - Olga's success was hard-won and backed by a fierce struggle for power.
- So, she respects Kyiv's authority largely due to my father's legacy. But I need her respect and support not for past achievements, but for the sake of my own reign, - Alexander said quietly, fixing his gaze on Stanislav. - How do I earn that?
He knew that the influence of his father, Yaroslav the Wise, still held sway in many parts of Kyivan Rus'. Yet that wasn't enough. Alexander had to prove that he was a capable ruler in his own right - one who inspired loyalty through conviction, not inertia.
Stanislav narrowed his eyes, deep in thought.
- Earning her support won't be easy, - he finally said. - She already has everything one could desire: power, vast lands, wealth, and influence among the boyars. But the fact that she's a woman presents us with an opportunity
Alexander frowned slightly, his gaze skeptical.
- An opportunity? Explain
Stanislav paused briefly, gathering his thoughts, then continued:
- She is not only a ruler, but also a loving mother. After her husband's death, her world centered around her children. They are both her greatest pride and her greatest vulnerability. That attachment could be the key to securing her support if handled properly
The voivode leaned forward slightly, his voice firm:
- She has three children - two sons and a daughter. The eldest, Ratibor Strumensky, serves as a sotnik in your druzhina. He's capable and ambitious, aspiring to follow in his father's footsteps and become a great commander. I brought him into your service some time ago and have been monitoring his progress. This already places Olga partially on our side - her eldest son serves under your banner
Alexander stroked his chin thoughtfully, weighing the information.
- So, we can act through him, - he said slowly. - Gaining the son's loyalty will strengthen her trust in me. If I give him a chance to prove himself, she'll support me not out of respect for Yaroslav's memory, but for the future of her family
Stanislav nodded in affirmation.
- Exactly. Ratibor has already earned a reputation in service. If he rises in rank and becomes a respected commander, it will bring honor to the entire Strumensky lineage. And Olga won't leave her son without protection
Alexander pondered for a moment, then asked:
- What about her other son and daughter? What roles do they play?
Stanislav's eyes sharpened, as if testing Alexander's readiness for more complex information.
- Her daughter hasn't distinguished herself much yet. Best not to focus on her. But her second son, Vladimir Strumensky, is another matter entirely. He takes after his mother - intelligent, calculating, and skilled in administration. Together, they control the entire governance system of Volhynia. The local boyars respect him for his competence and pragmatic approach to power
Stanislav paused briefly before continuing:
- He'll likely arrive in Kyiv today with a delegation of senior boyars to pay you formal respects. But his presence is more than just a formality. He'll be closely observing you, assessing what kind of ruler you'll be
- You think he'll look for weaknesses? - Alexander asked quietly, tilting his head slightly.
Stanislav nodded subtly.
- Possibly. He's naturally cautious and relies on careful calculation. In the future, he or his brother Ratibor could take over Volhynia after their mother. However, which of them will emerge victorious in that unspoken rivalry is still unclear. Their differences are already growing
Alexander narrowed his eyes, considering the implications. A conflict between the brothers could become either a significant problem or a strategic opportunity.
- You believe they're already at odds? - he asked calmly, resting his hands on the table.
Stanislav exhaled, his gaze steady and contemplative.
- Yes. They've chosen different paths. Ratibor seeks military glory and dreams of becoming a great commander, while Vladimir envisions a future rooted in governance and political influence. Their ambitions intersect, and sooner or later, it will lead to conflict. If you support one, the other may feel marginalized and turn to the autonomists or neutral boyars. Maintaining balance between them won't be easy
Alexander frowned, the complexity of the situation becoming clearer.
- So, I'll have to carefully balance between them, - he concluded, lifting his gaze to Stanislav. - Supporting both could either strengthen my rule or undermine it if I fail to account for their ambitions
Stanislav gave a satisfied nod.
- You've got it right. Both are ambitious and dangerous in their own ways. But if you can find a way to align their interests and show them that they can achieve their goals under your leadership, they'll stay close to the throne
Alexander slowly nodded, his mind beginning to form a potential strategy.
- I need to understand their goals and ambitions. Whoever I meet first - I'll start with them. It's crucial to learn what drives them. If I can find common ground, I can keep both near without provoking conflict, - he mused aloud.
Stanislav nodded approvingly.
- That's exactly right, Prince. People with great ambitions are eager to follow a leader who can help them realize their dreams. If they believe they can achieve success under your rule, they'll remain loyal
Alexander felt his thoughts coalescing into a cohesive plan. It was a promising path but one that would require careful execution.
Stanislav took a small sip of kvass and resumed, his tone serious but calm:
- There's one more person you need to know about - Mikhail Podolsky. The wealthiest senior boyar in Kyiv. He controls most of the city's markets and holds significant influence over the merchant class. Many leading traders, like Lazar Torgovich, have long been his allies. On top of that, many boyars owe him large sums of money. That's one of the ways he maintains his power and authority
Alexander's expression grew tense, his gaze sharpening. He had heard of Mikhail Podolsky before but hadn't fully understood the scope of his influence until now. Power in Kyiv, as in other great nations, was no longer solely built on land and swords. Trade, debts, and resources could serve as weapons just as potent as armies.
In Byzantium, men like Mikhail often hid behind the façade of merchants or court advisors, strengthening their position by controlling supplies and markets.
In the Holy Roman Empire, powerful trade guilds and financiers could sway electors and princes by regulating access to money and goods. Mikhail wielded similar levers of influence: his wealth and grip on Kyiv's markets made him a force that even the prince could not ignore.
- And why should I concern myself with him? - Alexander asked, keeping his voice level but tinged with a subtle wariness. - Mikhail is dangerous, but how can he be useful?
Stanislav gave a brief chuckle, recognizing the perceptiveness in the question.
- Mikhail is part of the pro-prince alliance and already helps me maintain stability in Kyiv. His influence over merchants and trade routes is crucial. But that's not enough. If you offer him more opportunities - profitable ventures, lucrative trade deals, expanded security - he will become an even more reliable pillar of your reign
Stanislav paused for a moment, then leaned forward slightly, speaking with measured firmness:
- He only cares about four things: profit, stability, protection, and goods. But understand this, Prince: Mikhail is not a man of loyalty. He values advantage. If your rule secures his income and safety, he will support you. If not… - Stanislav trailed off, leaving Alexander to fill in the rest himself.
Alexander frowned, contemplating the implications. Mikhail could become a key player in his economic reforms. His control over trade and markets opened up vast possibilities for strengthening the principality's economy. Yet Alexander knew that men like Mikhail required constant vigilance. He was a valuable ally but also an unpredictable and potentially dangerous rival.
Merchants often said one thing but did another. Their loyalty always lay with whoever could offer the most. Mikhail would be no exception - his allegiance would rest solely on a precarious balance of benefits and risks.
In Alexander's mind, the image of a bustling Kyiv market unfolded: beneath covered galleries, stalls and booths pressed close together. Traders haggled and argued over prices and goods, their voices blending with the rich scents of exotic spices. Caravans came and went, and rumors spread at lightning speed. Alexander knew that if Mikhail sensed weakness or instability in his rule, the boyar would not hesitate to find a new benefactor.
- Can Mikhail truly be trusted? How often does he play a double game? - Alexander asked, his tone calm but his gaze sharp and probing.
Stanislav hesitated momentarily, then nodded slowly.
- He rarely breaks promises outright, but profit always comes first for him. There have been instances where Mikhail operated from the shadows. In a neighboring principality, he used trade routes to manipulate the boyars. He posed as a mere intermediary but, in truth, controlled the situation and forced them into unfavorable deals
Alexander frowned, tapping his fingers thoughtfully on the table.
- So, if given too much freedom, he could twist things to his advantage. With allies like him, you have to stay vigilant, - he said quietly, almost to himself.
Indeed, Mikhail could be invaluable: his control over markets could pave the way for reforms - building roads, establishing new markets, workshops, warehouses, and ports. However, Alexander also understood that merchants rarely played by the rules.
Delays in shipments, price manipulations, orchestrating crises - such tactics could sabotage any initiative. Mikhail, a master of long-term schemes, could subtly pressure the prince into concessions and quietly claim a significant share of the profits.
Alexander froze, narrowing his eyes. He needed leverage over this man - a mechanism that would allow not just cooperation but control. His instincts told him that without a system of checks and balances, Mikhail might change course at any moment to suit his own interests.
- I need to find a way to make him dependent on central authority, - Alexander said thoughtfully. - Perhaps through taxes on the goods he controls or by offering privileges that can be revoked. If his influence hinges on these conditions, the risk of sabotage could be significantly reduced
Stanislav pondered this for a moment before replying cautiously:
- That might work, but remember, Prince, Mikhail isn't the kind to be easily constrained. He'll look for loopholes. It's crucial not only to limit his opportunities but also to make it clear that his stability and profits rely entirely on you. If he senses that everything is under your control, his desire to test your resolve will diminish
Alexander narrowed his eyes further.
- So I need to show both strength and opportunity, - he concluded.
Stanislav nodded gravely.
- Exactly. Mikhail respects those who are calculated and capable in negotiations. If he sees that your words are backed by real authority and control, he'll tread carefully. At the meeting, he'll be watching your every move, assessing whether you can keep the upper hand
Alexander slowly nodded, piecing together a strategy in his mind. Mikhail posed a dual threat - he could either accelerate reforms or act as a covert saboteur. Everything would depend on who seized the initiative first.
- This meeting will be the beginning of a long game, - Alexander thought, feeling the tension mount before the upcoming encounter.
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Thank you to everyone who is reading!
In this chapter, I described the typical morning routine of the prince in Kievan Rus'. In future chapters, I won't dwell on these details of daily life each time. I included them here so you'd understand what Alexander's usual mornings are like.
Later chapters (not sure exactly when) will cover aspects of hygiene and sanitation in greater detail. I plan to show how Alexander washes up, what substitutes he uses instead of brushing his teeth, how he washes his hands, where people relieve themselves, and what sanitation infrastructure (if any) existed at the time. We'll also explore issues like water access, common diseases, and the lack of proper hygiene. These will become focal points for the reforms Alexander will implement.
For this chapter, I deliberately left out such details to avoid slowing down the narrative. However, rest assured - these aspects will be explored as the story progresses. I understand that readers might feel as though Alexander got up and immediately began governing without tending to personal matters. But this will be addressed over time, revealing the challenges he faces in his daily routine.
I've also added comparisons to other notable titles and governmental structures around the world. Some readers might not fully grasp the scale and importance of Kievan Rus' in 1054. Although it had fewer court officials than other major empires of the time, those who did hold such positions wielded significant power and influence.
Through these comparisons, I aim to highlight the unique system of governance in Rus' and the critical role of those close to the prince. Every boyar, voivode, and counselor was not just a figurehead but a decision-maker capable of influencing entire regions and the fate of the principality.
In previous chapters, I detailed the meetings of the autonomists and other political factions. Moving forward, I won't focus on them as much because the story isn't about them. However, it was important to show their actions so readers understand the far-reaching consequences of each decision Alexander makes.
From now on, I'll briefly mention such events in a few paragraphs, summarizing how various boyars respond and act, while focusing more on the results of their actions.
That said, if the plot involves a major conspiracy or a serious attempt to sabotage Alexander's reforms, I'll provide a detailed account. This will help convey the gravity of the situation, the resources and strategies behind each plot, who participated, and how the events unfold.
For example, one such large-scale plot in the future will be the Spark - a coordinated sabotage plan devised by Rurik Pechersky and Stanislav Mikhailovich.