Who is Running the Game?

The hall plunged into silence. The lamps cast flickering shadows on the walls, like ancient symbols eavesdropping on the proceedings. The princely boyars stood still, like predators lying in wait. The Byzantines appeared relaxed, yet hidden calculation gleamed in their eyes.

Alexander studied Nikodim, as a commander assesses an enemy before battle. This envoy was not merely a diplomat - his influence extended to marriages and treaties capable of altering the destinies of entire lands. Magister Nikodim Doukas was close to the emperor, making him a formidable adversary.

Only Miroslav and his delegation, sent to Constantinople by his brother Iziaslav, knew why someone like Nikodim had come to Kyiv. However, Miroslav chose not to share this information, not even with Prince Alexander.

With the practiced grace of a high-ranking noble, Nikodim inclined his head, signaling respect to the prince, though his gaze remained cold and piercing. The boyars watched the gesture in silence. Alexander returned a brief nod, indicating that formalities were over and it was time to get to business.

Alexander ran his fingers along the armrest of his throne. The rough wood seemed to hold an ancient power. Today, he had to prove himself worthy of this seat.

- Envoy Nikodim, we have spoken before. You expressed your support for my reign and confirmed Byzantium's interest in an alliance with Rus'. Now we are here to clarify the main proposals. What steps is the Empire prepared to take to solidify this alliance?

The prince's voice was steady, though caution was evident. He did not want to show weakness, nor did he wish the Byzantines to feel they held the upper hand.

Nikodim tilted his head slightly, acknowledging the importance of the question. His hands rested calmly on the table - a gesture of composed anticipation.

- Prince, the Empire, as before, wishes to see Rus' strong, - his voice was soft, almost muted, but it did not lack firmness. - We offer support, trade privileges, and military cooperation. Kyiv has always been a vital partner for us, and we care about its future

He paused, letting his words settle into the silence.

Miroslav, seated beside the prince, scrutinized Nikodim closely, as if trying to catch an invisible thread of deceit. He knew why the Byzantines had come to Kyiv. Prince Iziaslav, who had sent him to Constantinople to strengthen relations, was now gone. Alexander had taken his place, and with him came new, hidden plans - plans Nikodim had not yet revealed.

Miroslav inclined his head slightly, like a wise judge seeking to discern the balance of truth and falsehood in the envoy's words.

- Envoy, before discussing the future, wouldn't it be better to clarify one matter: what commitments did the Empire take on when sending you to Kyiv? - His voice was calm, but there was an undercurrent of steel.

He wasn't asking; he was demanding an answer.

Nikodim's eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly. His face remained composed, but Miroslav knew the blow had landed.

- Of course, - Nikodim replied with carefully measured politeness, though a hint of irritation lingered beneath his words. - You are correct: circumstances have changed. We arrived to strengthen our alliance with Prince Iziaslav, but Rus' has changed, as has its leadership. The agreements previously discussed in Constantinople are now outdated

Nikodim spread his hands in a gesture that both acknowledged the situation and declared: now the cards were in his hands.

- This does not negate the essence of our intentions, - he continued after a brief pause, allowing his words to take root in the air. - A weak Rus' benefits neither us nor you, Prince. And what happens to lands whose strength fades? History knows the answer

Miroslav maintained a deliberate silence before responding. His voice was steady but cold and sharp, like a blade dropped onto stone:

- Very well, Envoy. Since, as you say, the previous agreements are outdated, then speak plainly: what exactly does Byzantium want in return?

A faint note of challenge rang in his words, like a tightly drawn string.

Nikodim held a brief pause, as if assessing who at the table might become his ally and who would be an obstacle.

- We offer what has always made our relations strong, - he clasped his hands, as though preparing for a slow but precise strike. - Support for the new administration, trade privileges, and military cooperation. Rus' stands at a crossroads, Prince, and an alliance with the Empire will provide stability and protection

- Protection? - Stanislav's voice rang out like the clash of steel on stone. He left the implication hanging in the air:

Protection from whom - external enemies, or from Byzantium itself?

Nikodim did not avert his gaze.

- Byzantium offers allies, not overseers, - Nikodim said slowly, spreading his hands in a gesture that invited trust. - But tell me, Prince, can an alliance be made with someone who has not yet decided where their loyalty lies?

Alexander slowly straightened, and his shadow stretched over the Byzantines in the unsteady torchlight. He raised his hand, and the hall fell into complete silence. Now, he dictated the terms.

- We recognize the Empire's good intentions, - the prince's voice was even, though a restrained steel edged his tone. - However, Rus' has its own laws and traditions. We will consider an alliance if it aligns with our needs and conditions

Nikodim inclined his head slightly in respect, as if agreeing with the statement. Yet something fleeting flickered in his eyes - whether regret or a hint of calculating amusement was unclear.

- Of course, Prince, - he responded softly. - The Emperor of Byzantium regards you as an ally, and an alliance is, above all, peace and friendship founded on mutual benefit

He paused briefly, letting his words sink into the minds of the listeners.

- Our primary goal is to secure peace between our states. We propose a treaty of non-aggression and mutual support. Rus' will refrain from aiding enemies of the Empire, and Byzantium, in turn, will not support external or internal adversaries of your land

Miroslav observed Nikodim with a calm gaze, behind which lay a thought:

- It's only the beginning. His first move, but the next will be ours

Alexander showed no emotion but tilted his head slightly to indicate that he was listening.

Nikodim continued, reinforcing his offer:

- Naturally, we understand that trade is the foundation of prosperity for both Rus' and the Empire. Therefore, Byzantine merchants should be granted the right to trade freely in your cities, especially in Kyiv. In return, the Emperor is prepared to grant Russian merchants privileges in Constantinople: reduced tariffs, access to warehouses, and safe trade routes. We seek to expand trade networks and ensure their security for both sides

Oleg's interest stirred slightly; much of his wealth depended on trade, and any opportunity to expand commerce was valuable to him. However, the others remained impassive, waiting for the prince's reaction.

Alexander merely gave a brief, cold nod, signaling that the list of benefits had failed to impress him. Nikodim caught the shift in his demeanor and adjusted his tone, making it more personal and trusting.

- We also understand that Rus' stands at the crossroads of worlds and faces constant threats. The Emperor is willing to discuss the supply of weapons and military assistance in case of barbarian incursions or other dangers. In turn, we hope that Rus' will not allow nomadic tribes to use its lands as a path to our borders. If you deem it necessary, we can negotiate further terms of a defensive alliance

Alexander paused in thought for a moment. This part of the proposal clearly intrigued him, though he wanted to hear more. Sensing this, Nikodim leaned forward slightly and added with a faint smile:

- Moreover, Prince, the Emperor holds your position and influence in great esteem. In the charter of our alliance, we could include a special honorary title for you - such as "Archon of Rus'" or "Sebastos." This offer symbolizes recognition of your status and role on the international stage

Nikodim's words flowed smoothly, like a river, yet his eyes remained alert, gleaming with a cold, hidden steel. He presented his case as if it were an undeniable truth.

- Such honors open new diplomatic opportunities for a ruler and demonstrate that Rus' is seen as an important partner by the Empire. You govern a great land, and your achievements deserve proper acknowledgment

The silence in the hall grew heavier. The boyars exchanged glances. A title, even a Byzantine one, would be a symbol of respect and recognition. Alexander locked eyes with Nikodim, letting the silence stretch for several moments.

- Titles do not protect the land, - Alexander finally said slowly, as if savoring the words. - But alliances built on respect and strength can fortify it

Nikodim smiled faintly, pleased that the prince had engaged with his offer.

- That is precisely the foundation of our intentions, - he added quietly, gesturing toward the boyars. - An alliance between Rus' and Byzantium could serve as a model for the entire world

A quiet murmur rippled through the room.

Oleg glanced at the prince, a spark of interest in his eyes. Miroslav, on the other hand, frowned, as if weighing the cost of the proposal.

Alexander felt the tension in the hall deepen. Byzantium's offers sounded too generous, too eager - and that unsettled him. He knew that the Empire never acted without a plan. If they were willing to offer so much, it meant Rus' was merely a piece on their chessboard, not an equal player.

- They expect me to be swayed by promises. Titles, trade, protection… But behind every word lies a chain of conditions

Sophia, seated to Nikodim's left, observed the exchange closely. Her gaze remained fixed on her uncle's face, studying every crease on his skin, every glint in his eyes.

- The alliance between our lands has always been the key to prosperity, - Nikodim continued, his voice warming slightly. - However, after such difficult events, we must strengthen this alliance anew. We have brought with us another proposal that, we hope, can serve as a new foundation for this bond

Alexander inclined his head slightly, giving Nikodim an expectant look.

- What proposal do you speak of, Envoy?

Nikodim shifted his gaze to Sophia for a moment before returning his focus to the prince. His voice grew quieter, almost confidential.

- We wish to propose a new marital alliance. Kyiv and Byzantium have always been connected not only by trade and politics but also by family ties. Your family was once linked to ours, but fate had other plans. Now, we offer you a new union that can secure our shared peace

Alexander remained still, though an inner tension gripped his chest. His thoughts briefly turned to Sophia. She did not flinch. Only the faintest flicker in her pupils betrayed her surprise. The mask of calm quickly returned, concealing a storm of thoughts.

- And who do you propose as a bride? - Alexander asked, keeping his voice firm, though a trace of hidden curiosity lingered beneath the words.

Nikodim straightened and spread his hands in a smooth gesture, conveying openness.

- Allow me to present a worthy candidate, Prince. Sophia Lakapina - granddaughter of a magister, a descendant of the ancient Lakapin family, which has served the Empire for centuries. Her lineage has strong ties both within the Church and political circles. Sophia is a woman of intelligence and dignity who can serve as a reliable bridge between our great lands

The envoy spoke with deliberate respect, yet every word carried the weight of a carefully crafted strategy. He was betting on symbolism: the union of two influential dynasties could elevate Rus' within the Orthodox world.

Sophia inclined her head slightly, maintaining a stony composure. Her silence spoke for her. Alexander noted her reaction and concluded that she understood more than she let on.

- Everything is going according to my uncle's plan… or is it? What future awaits me in this marriage? I may be a pawn in the emperor's game, but what strength can I make my own?

Her silence lent extra gravity to Nikodim's words, as if she herself affirmed the importance of her lineage and readiness for the alliance.

The proposal sparked mild excitement among the prince's boyars. Several exchanged glances. Miroslav allowed himself a faint smirk. He leaned forward and added in a tone laced with restrained irony:

- So dynastic marriages have become little more than trade deals now? Are Lakapins just walking treaties?

Miroslav glanced at Alexander, then back at Nikodim. The envoy paused, assessing, searching for a weakness. His gaze locked with Miroslav's.

- A marital alliance is an ancient tradition. But we offer more than that: stability and mutually beneficial cooperation

Alexander silently noted how skillfully Nikodim redirected the conversation.

Stanislav quietly snorted, casting a skeptical glance at the envoy. He slowly rose from his seat.

- Alliances aren't wedding games. Forgive my bluntness, Prince, but rushing into such proposals is dangerous. Matters of honor and land outweigh pretty words

Ignat Slavyansky nodded with measured calm and added:

- Hastily made decisions could weaken us. Let us not forget that Byzantium is a master of hidden intentions

Miroslav looked at Alexander and then back at Nikodim, waiting to see how the envoy would handle the rising pressure.

Nikodim raised his hands in a gesture of peace.

- Your concerns are valid, boyars. But you must understand that this marriage is not a mere formality. It could become a pillar of trust and unity. Alongside it, Byzantium is prepared to offer more than just words - expanded trade privileges, military support, and recognition on the world stage

Alexander gave a subtle nod, masking a cold calculation beneath his composed exterior. Unlike some of the boyars, he saw beyond immediate gains. He understood that Byzantium needed this alliance more than Rus' did, which gave him room to maneuver.

Alexander slowly scanned the room, pausing briefly on each face before returning his gaze to Nikodim.

- The importance of marriage to Rus' is great, - he said evenly, though there was a hidden firmness in his voice. - But words and recommendations are not enough. If Byzantium truly considers this alliance strategically vital, then what is it prepared to offer as a sign of its serious intentions?

Nikodim held the pause, understanding that the crucial moment had arrived. Alexander was interested, which meant it was time to reveal his cards - carefully, ensuring each one carried greater weight than the last.

- Your question is fair, Prince, - Nikodim replied respectfully. - We offer more than just a marital alliance. Byzantium is ready to solidify this agreement in ways that will bring significant advantages to your land and people

The prince's boyars tensed in anticipation. Miroslav leaned forward slightly, his gaze cold and suspicious, as though searching for hidden traps.

- First, - Nikodim raised a conciliatory hand, - the Empire is prepared to recognize a title and status for you befitting a great ruler of Rus'. This is not mere ceremonial flattery. It will strengthen your authority internally and significantly elevate your prestige on the international stage

Ignat Slavyansky furrowed his brow.

- A kouropalates or something of the sort? - he muttered under his breath.

Nikodim inclined his head slightly, a faint, almost imperceptible smile on his lips.

- Precisely. The title of kouropalates is one of the oldest and most prestigious in the Empire, Prince. It has been granted to rulers of strategically important allied nations - kings of Armenia, Iberia, Abkhazia. It symbolizes a special trust and high standing in our relations

He paused, allowing the words to carry their intended weight.

- Such a title is not just an honor. It is a symbol of your recognition as an equal partner of the Empire

Miroslav studied Nikodim closely but found no trace of insincerity on his face.

- If this is backed by real actions, - he said thoughtfully, - then Rus' may indeed move closer to being seen as an equal power on the international stage

Alexander remained still, though his eyes briefly gleamed with satisfaction. The boyars remained silent but exchanged glances. For them, these titles held less importance than they did for the prince, who saw the long-term political game unfolding before him.

The princely boyars remained tensely silent as Nikodim spoke again, after a polite pause:

- This is only the beginning, Prince Alexander, - his voice glided through the hall like a silk thread, concealing a core of steel. - Our second proposal concerns trade. Our merchants would be granted the right to duty-free trade in your lands - Kyiv, Chernihiv, Novgorod. In return, your merchants would receive the same privileges in Constantinople: secure trade routes, warehouse access, and full exemption from tariffs

The silence in the hall stretched taut, like a drawn bowstring ready to release. Oleg Vyshgorodsky was the first to break it. He had little interest in supporting Alexander, as his struggle for greater autonomy often clashed with the prince's goals.

But now the Byzantines dared to threaten his greatest asset - trade - and that compelled him to intervene. His gaze darkened like a storm cloud, and his voice rang out cold and sharp as steel:

- Duty-free trade on both sides? - he repeated with skepticism. - And you seriously think this offer is equal? The Empire wants to open its markets? Ridiculous. Your merchants will flood our cities within a few years, and our people won't even get a foothold in yours

Alexander watched Oleg closely. The boyar rarely raised his voice, but when he did, his words carried weight.

- You're right, Oleg, - Alexander finally spoke, nodding curtly. - Access to Constantinople is just an illusion of equality. It won't be easy for Rus' merchants to gain a foothold there. We don't have fleets like Byzantium's. And your officials are not eager to let us beyond the warehouses

Nikodim raised his hand in a gesture reminiscent of a conductor calming an orchestra.

- Your words are fair, Prince. However, isn't trust the foundation of strong alliances? Strengthening trade will benefit both sides. Your goods will reach buyers in the Empire's major cities more quickly

Oleg chuckled darkly, his eyes flashing with anger.

- Your merchants want duty-free trade on our lands? With your warehouses, ships, and connections, they'll quickly dominate the markets in Kyiv and Chernihiv. Meanwhile, our merchants will be stuck queuing before your officials in Constantinople. This isn't equality, Nikodim. It's a plan to turn Rus' into your raw materials supplier

Miroslav nodded quietly in agreement with Oleg. Illarion frowned but remained silent - matters of commerce concerned him less than spiritual affairs.

- Exactly, - Alexander added. - Full tariff exemption for your merchants will create an imbalance. We cannot agree to this

Nikodim narrowed his eyes but showed no sign of irritation. He sensed there was still a way to salvage the situation.

- Allow me to offer a clarification, - he said evenly. - We could agree to a temporary duty-free arrangement, with a review after three years. That should be enough for both sides to assess the mutual benefits

- Three years? - Oleg scoffed, shaking his head. - In that time, your merchants will push ours out of our own markets. Even renegotiation won't change anything if we no longer have a place to trade

Alexander raised his hand, signaling for Oleg to calm down. He turned to Nikodim and spoke calmly but firmly:

- Full tariff exemption would create an imbalance, - Alexander repeated firmly. - We are willing to compromise: tariffs for both sides will be set at five percent. This will allow our merchants to strengthen their positions without destabilizing the market

Nikodim paused, weighing the proposal. The prince's firmness had caught him off guard, but he understood that these negotiations would be long and difficult.

- Five percent... - Nikodim echoed, feigning concession. - A reasonable compromise. To further support this alliance, we are prepared to offer your merchants additional privileges in Constantinople: priority access to our warehouses and escorted protection. This will help solidify your market position in the Empire... with minimal delays

Oleg raised an eyebrow but chose to remain silent this time. Miroslav tilted his head slightly and smirked, a trace of amusement in his eyes.

- Envoy, you have a talent for negotiation. It seems like equality... but with a touch of Byzantine finesse

He cast a brief glance at Alexander, as if to say:

- You see the game, don't you, Prince?

Nikodim didn't flinch and politely inclined his head.

- Alliances are always built on compromises, Lord Miroslav. The key is that they bring mutual benefit, - his voice was soft, but his tone carried the subtle precision of a move in a chess game

Alexander let a pause linger, his gaze sweeping across the faces of the boyars, gauging their moods. Then he spoke evenly, with deliberate firmness:

- The matter of trade is too important for hasty decisions. Kyiv Rus' will not yield without fair terms. Let that be clear to everyone

Nikodim froze for a moment, then slowly nodded. His face remained inscrutable, but his eyes sharpened - he understood that the prince would not play by imposed rules.

- Of course, Prince Alexander. We are ready to discuss all the details in the next stages of negotiations, - he said, striving to conceal the growing tension.

He fell silent for a moment, and a brief pause settled over the hall, which neither Alexander nor his boyars were in any hurry to break. Nikodim used the time to once again scan the room, but his gaze lingered on Sophia.

To Byzantium, she was not merely the magister's relative, but a strategic asset. A marital alliance with Prince Alexander could become the linchpin securing the Empire's long-term influence over Rus'. Sophia, however, maintained an impenetrable calm. Her fan moved barely perceptibly, and her gaze remained steady and cold.

Alexander caught the silent exchange of looks and continued observing without changing his expression. For him, Nikodim's game was predictable, but he knew the envoy still held a few proposals in reserve.

Nikodim returned his focus to the prince and resumed speaking in an even tone, though a hint of tension now crept into his voice:

- Now, regarding expanded military support, Prince, - Nikodim continued. - The Emperor is prepared to offer your state the assistance needed to protect your borders. The threat of nomads and pirates is a challenge for both of us. We propose coordinated actions, naval support in the Black Sea, and supplies of weapons and equipment

Stanislav the Great raised his head, his voice striking sharply, like the blow of an axe's blunt side.

- A threat to you or to us? - he shot back. - We've always fought the nomads on our own. And now you want us to defend your interests?

Leo Komnenos, who had remained silent until now, fixed Stanislav with a piercing gaze.

- The Empire acts in its own interests, as does Rus', - he retorted. - Our enemies are your enemies. If the hordes break through to the Black Sea, your trade routes will suffer too

Stanislav smirked without flinching.

- First a fleet, and then, what next - garrisons? How deep do you plan to embed yourselves in our affairs?

Alexander raised his hand, commanding silence. His voice, though calm, resonated with quiet authority.

- We will not allow the Byzantine fleet to control our shores. Rus' defends its lands on its own. But what can you offer on land?

Nikodim nodded, as if anticipating the question.

- Military advisors and specialists. Weapons and armor for your retinues. We are ready to help fortify your defenses along the Dnieper and your western borders. In return - coordinated action against common enemies. We both know that the nomads are only part of the threat

- In other words, - Ignat Slavyansky interjected, - you want us to avoid alliances with the Norse, Hungarians, and others who threaten you

- Just as we would refrain from supporting your enemies, - Nikodim replied calmly. - It's a mutual commitment. Your interests will remain under your protection, but coordinated actions will strengthen us both

Ignat narrowed his eyes, casting a glance at Stanislav.

- And if we're asked to send retinues to fight the Empire's enemies, who will decide - us or your emperor?

Nikodim maintained his composure.

- The decision will, of course, rest with Prince Alexander. We do not demand subservience; we offer equal cooperation

Stanislav snorted softly and muttered to Ignat:

- "Equality" at first, and then they'll start telling us where to stand and fight

Alexander, keeping a close eye on Nikodim, gave a brief nod.

- We are prepared to defend our trade routes and prevent your enemies from advancing northward. But all decisions about when and where to intervene will be ours. Rus' is a free state, and for us, an alliance means partnership, not dependence

Nikodim paused, then smiled faintly.

- That is precisely what the Emperor intends, Prince. The era of conquests is over. We seek allies, not vassals

Sophia Lakapina, who had remained silent throughout the negotiations, attentively followed the proceedings. Her eyes glimmered with a hidden interest, though her face remained inscrutable. She did not intervene, allowing events to unfold naturally.

- Am I a pawn or a queen? - Sophia wondered to herself. Her uncle was counting on this marriage to firmly bind Rus' to Byzantium, but who said she wouldn't become something more? Alexander looked at her with cold indifference, yet she caught a spark of understanding in his eyes.

Alexander contemplated what he had heard. He knew that they were only discussing the basic terms of a potential alliance. It was already late in the evening, and it would be impossible to resolve all the details of trade and military agreements tonight, not to mention the marriage arrangements. Finalizing all the points would take at least two or three weeks under the best circumstances. But Alexander knew whom he could entrust with these tasks.

His gaze drifted over the rows of boyars. Their expressions reflected a range of emotions - from cautious optimism to hidden suspicion. Each of them sought their own advantage in the alliance. Oleg saw opportunities to expand trade, Miroslav hoped for political prestige and diplomatic support through a new title, and Ignat envisioned bolstering military strength. But Stanislav and Metropolitan Illarion maintained a wary silence.

Alexander knew that he possessed more information than the others. This alliance might conceal opportunities that the Byzantines had yet to mention. He calmly scanned the hall before focusing on Nikodim once again.

- Your proposals are worth consideration, - Alexander said evenly, his voice firm with a cold resolve. - However, I have one more question

- Of course, Prince, - Nikodim responded with polite softness, his voice carrying a readiness to compromise. - What question concerns you? The Empire is interested in strong and equal relations with Rus'. We are prepared to discuss further terms to ensure that this alliance benefits both our states

Alexander's gaze fell on Illarion. Alexander remembered his words at a recent meeting about the need to strive for church independence. Now was the moment when those ideas could gain real strength.

He knew well that in 1051 Illarion had been appointed without Constantinople's approval, but that had been an exception, not the norm. Now, it was necessary to enshrine this right officially, making Rus' independent in the selection of its spiritual leaders.

The schism between Eastern and Western Christianity had not yet reached a critical point, but tensions were rising. Byzantium might be willing to make concessions to maintain its influence over Rus' and prevent it from drifting toward other allies.

Alexander sensed that the time was right. If he played this move correctly, he could secure crucial advantages for his land.

- I am concerned with the spiritual independence of Rus', - the prince finally said. His voice was calm but carried an unyielding undertone. - Rus' must have the right to appoint its own metropolitan. We will respect the traditions of Constantinople, but the internal affairs of our Church must remain under our control

A heavy silence descended on the hall like a dome. The princely boyars exchanged quick glances. No one had expected the prince to raise such a sensitive issue. They had anticipated the usual questions - about dowries, military cooperation, diplomacy. But ecclesiastical independence touched the very foundation of power.

Nikodim's expression shifted subtly. His gaze briefly lost its usual confidence, though he quickly regained his composure. He understood that this question went beyond ordinary diplomacy. Slowly, he turned to Agathias Scholastikos, the representative of Constantinople's clergy. Their eyes met, and Nikodim gave him a slight nod, inviting him to respond.

Agathias pressed his lips together in visible displeasure. Leaning forward, he placed his hands on the table, his voice sharp and rigid:

- Such a demand is impossible, Prince. The unity of faith and canon law is the sacred foundation of the entire Christian oikoumene. Any attempt to undermine that unity poses a mortal threat to the Church. Who will be your spiritual guide if not Constantinople? Who will protect your land from schism and heresy? History offers countless examples of nations ruined by arrogance

Illarion, who had remained silent, straightened slightly in his chair, his eyes burning with inner resolve. He crossed his arms over his chest and spoke softly, though each word seemed to strike at the core of the matter:

- Christianity has never depended on a single city, even one as great as Constantinople. Faith came to Rus' not as chains, but as light. And the light we received burns in our souls just as brightly as in yours, Agathias. We are grateful for your guidance, but the time has come for us to chart our own path. We have the right to decide who will shepherd us and how to lead our people in faith

Agathias frowned, studying Illarion as if trying to discern the source of his confidence. His voice grew colder.

- Fine words, but words do not protect against heresy. The canons were established to safeguard souls. Do you know how many nations have fallen because of pride? If we allow each to choose its own way, the unity of the Church will crumble, and with it our defense against external threats. The Pechenegs, the Latins... Will you turn to them when you feel abandoned?

Illarion chuckled, a shadow of contempt flickering across his face.

- Do you think threats can be averted only through fear of you? True faith thrives where people and shepherds act together. We have proven our resilience. We have stood against nomads and invaders. We have fortified our cities and land. Is it not better to face enemies with a strong, independent Church than with constant reliance on foreign decisions?

A murmur of approval rippled through the hall. Miroslav nodded slightly, while Stanislav ran a hand slowly along his armrest, silently expressing agreement. Ignat, lost in thought, gave a subtle nod. The scribes bent over their scrolls, hastily recording every word. To them, Illarion's words reflected a growing desire to free themselves from external control.

Nikodim listened patiently, allowing the debate to reach its peak. He knew that he could not simply refuse outright. Raising his hand in a conciliatory gesture, he spoke in a voice that was gentle yet commanding:

- Gentlemen, we are not here to create new divisions. I ask both Illarion and Agathias to return to the heart of our negotiations. We are here for peace and unity, not confrontation

Agathias and Illarion froze in place. A heavy silence hung in the air. Nikodim allowed the weight of the moment to settle before speaking again:

- Complete separation is a significant step, too great to decide hastily. This matter requires deep reflection and a wise approach. However, - his tone hardened slightly, - the Empire is willing to make certain concessions to strengthen our alliance

Alexander raised an eyebrow slightly, signaling that he was ready to listen. Nikodim continued:

- Kyiv Rus' will have the right to propose candidates for the metropolitanate, - Nikodim began cautiously. - However, confirmation will remain the prerogative of the Patriarch of Constantinople. Your Church will remain part of the united Orthodox world

- The Patriarchate won't impose its own people? - Illarion asked calmly, though tension was evident in his voice.

- That is out of the question, - Nikodim replied softly, though his gaze grew colder. - But the canons are inviolable. They are not open to negotiation

Illarion inclined his head, considering the offer. For him, this was a significant step forward. However, Agathias leaned forward, addressing the prince in a cold, firm voice:

- It is still a dangerous precedent, - he said slowly. - If we agree to this, other lands will demand the same. What guarantees do we have that Kyiv Rus' will not turn to the Latins once we are weakened?

Nikodim turned to Agathias, their gazes locking. There was an unspoken struggle between Byzantium's more rigid and flexible factions. Finally, Nikodim spoke measuredly:

- The guarantee lies in Kyiv Rus' remaining an ally, provided we act with respect. No one is suggesting abandoning the canons. But today we are shaping the future of peace for centuries to come. Is it not better to move forward with an ally than to risk losing a nation?

Alexander observed the exchange, a shadow of satisfaction crossing his face. He sensed how Nikodim carefully balanced the Empire's interests with Rus' demands.

- We will not seek another spiritual patron, - the prince finally said. - But we expect your clergy not to overstep its authority in our land

Illarion added calmly:

- We will not turn to Rome. But in return, we require guarantees against interference

Nikodim made a gesture of assent.

- We hear you, Prince Alexander, - he said cautiously. - Ceremonies are merely outward symbols. But they are vital for preserving the balance of power. The internal affairs of your Church will remain under your control

Alexander nodded, concluding the discussion:

- Kyiv Rus' maintains spiritual loyalty to Constantinople. But we will chart our own path

- You are wise, Prince. Is there anything else? - Nikodim asked with polite interest, though beneath the gentle words lay a sense of anticipation and hidden tension. Alexander paused briefly. The boyars watched him intently.

Nikodim maintained a calm demeanor, though a subtle tension flickered in his gaze. Alexander slowly raised his eyes and, breaking the silence, spoke with firmness in his voice:

- Yes, there is more. An alliance on these terms will strengthen both sides. However, for the protection of our shared interests and the further development of Rus', there are still several matters that require agreement

Nikodim gave a slight nod, allowing himself a faint, almost amused smile.

- If these truly serve our common interests, we will surely find suitable solutions. Of course, not everything can be settled with a mere stroke of the pen

Alexander narrowed his eyes slightly, a trace of amusement creeping into his tone.

- Naturally. But reasonable cooperation is possible where trust exists

He paused briefly before continuing:

- Here in Kyiv Rus', we understand that enemies do not always come with swords alone. Defense requires not only strong walls but also skilled hands to build them. I request that the Emperor send craftsmen and builders to our lands - stonemasons, blacksmiths, and glassmakers. This will not only strengthen our cities but also lay the foundation for future trade and crafts

Nikodim frowned.

- Craftsmen are the backbone of our cities. You ask us to part with such a vital resource? How can the Empire be sure that these skills will not one day be turned against it?

Miroslav tilted his head and chuckled dryly.

- A matter of trust, Envoy? But isn't that what your Emperor has been preaching all along? Or does your trust extend only to parchment?

Nikodim leaned forward slightly and replied in a quiet but resolute tone:

- Paper holds when a wise agreement is written upon it. Trust is built not on words but on proven actions. The craftsmen can come, but not without clear conditions and limits on the transfer of knowledge

Alexander met Nikodim's gaze calmly and said:

- Then propose your conditions

For a moment, the envoy's eyes grew wary, but he eventually spoke:

- I would suggest the following: the craftsmen may come temporarily - no more than five years. During this time, they will work under joint supervision, and their apprentices must remain loyal to the terms of the agreement. If their knowledge is used in any conflicts, the alliance will be subject to review

Miroslav leaned forward slightly, as if contemplating a hidden trap.

- The word "loyalty" can be interpreted in many ways, Magister. Especially in such uncertain times

Stanislav interrupted with a stern voice:

- The craftsmen will come and go, but the walls will remain. But who decides where and how these fortifications will be used - the Emperor or us?

Nikodim shifted his gaze to Stanislav and replied evenly:

- The fortifications are yours. No one intends to interfere in the affairs of Rus'. Our goal is merely to ensure that neither of our states becomes a threat to the other

Alexander leaned back in his throne, his fingers tracing slowly along the armrest's carved wood.

- That sounds reasonable, - he finally said. - We will consider your terms

He paused briefly before continuing:

- Additionally, I ask that you provide experienced military instructors and engineers. They can train our retinues in fortification tactics, strategy, and the use of siege weaponry. We are not asking for your secrets but seek to enhance our forces to defend against nomads and other enemies

Nikodim frowned slightly, as though weighing the magnitude of the concession.

- Military knowledge is both a strength and a risk. We can consider this request, but only under the condition of mutual training. Our advisors will not simply instruct your troops but will also share strategies as part of a coordinated defense plan. If Rus' and Byzantium act in unison, these measures will benefit both sides

Stanislav gave a cold smirk.

- So you want us to fight for your interests?

Nikodim held his gaze.

- No. But neither will the Empire send its people without assurances of its own security

Alexander stopped the exchange with a gesture.

- We are open to cooperation, but the independence of our decisions remains inviolable. Our warriors answer only to their prince

Nikodim raised his chin slightly.

- Of course

Alexander glanced at Illarion, then returned his gaze to Nikodim.

- We also require knowledge for long-term development. I request that you send monks and translators to help us study Greek works. We seek to improve our lands, and for that, we must learn. Let them assist our scholars

Agathias, who had remained silent until now, leaned forward slightly, placing his hands on the table.

- Prince, Greek writings are treasures of our culture. You are asking not just for knowledge but for access to the heritage of millennia. Is that not too great a request?

Illarion spoke softly but with quiet intensity:

- Is not faith and knowledge meant to serve the light, not cast shadows?

Nikodim shook his head slightly.

- Knowledge is power, and power demands caution

Alexander interrupted in an even tone:

- We seek to learn wisdom, not to take it from you. If you truly see us as allies, this should not be in doubt

Nikodim remained silent for a moment before nodding.

- Very well. We are willing to discuss an exchange of knowledge on a reciprocal basis

Alexander made a final point:

- And lastly, infrastructure. Kyiv Rus' needs roads and bridges. If the Empire shares its expertise in construction, it will also strengthen our partnership

Nikodim nodded, this time more confidently.

- Roads are the arteries of trade and power. We are willing to discuss this cooperation

After these words, the hall fell into a tense silence for a brief moment.

Alexander rose slowly, his figure casting a shadow over the hall as silence stretched taut like a drawn bowstring. All eyes were on the prince, waiting for his final word.

Standing tall, Alexander spoke, his voice striking like the blow of a hammer:

- Then it is decided. An alliance with Byzantium and my marriage to Sophia will strengthen Kyiv Rus'. I accept this proposal, - he said deliberately, emphasizing each word as if delivering a decree of iron.

The hall fell into a heavy stillness. The boyars exchanged glances - some measured, others wary. Miroslav pursed his lips and clasped his hands, like a man accustomed to calculating every move in detail. He leaned toward the prince, his voice respectful yet carrying an undertone of caution:

- We have heard much today, Prince. Nikodim is skilled at setting his terms, but what lies ahead? Such conditions require thorough scrutiny to avoid discovering hidden chains beneath them. Perhaps a council in the morning could provide clarity on some matters

Stanislav inclined his head slightly, his hands resting on the hilt of his sword. His voice was steady and firm:

- Everything proposed sounds appealing, but the beauty of words is often deceiving. I see no immediate threat, Prince, but much depends on the terms yet to come. Should we not delay final agreement until all the cards are on the table?

Alexander met their gazes calmly, though his eyes remained as cold as a river frozen beneath layers of ice.

- No, - he replied curtly, his voice hard as steel. - Time punishes those who hesitate. We have taken what we need. Now we move forward. After the coronation, we will finalize everything

Stanislav bowed his head, though tension remained in his expression.

- As you command, Prince. But remember - this is your decision

Miroslav sighed, gazing thoughtfully at Alexander before reluctantly nodding. Arguing was futile; the decision had already been made.

Nikodim observed the scene, his expression carefully neutral, though a thread of caution ran beneath his composed exterior.

- He accepted too quickly... or is this a maneuver to throw us off balance? - the envoy wondered silently.

Outwardly, however, Nikodim maintained his courteous demeanor:

- A wise decision, Prince Alexander. The Emperor will appreciate your resolve. I will report your acceptance immediately. After your coronation, we will continue refining the alliance's details, as well as drafting the marriage contract and dowry arrangements

Alexander gave a barely perceptible nod and crossed his arms over his chest, surveying the hall with a steady gaze. His voice was firm and flawlessly clear:

- Indeed, together we will overcome many challenges. We will reconvene tomorrow for further discussions. Good night to all. I will remain here alone - I need time to reflect on everything once more

For a moment, silence hung heavy in the hall before the boyars, in a gesture of respect, inclined their heads. Their eyes betrayed a mixture of thoughts - some of cautious agreement, others tinged with hidden concern.

Nikodim rose first, bowing politely to the prince. The Byzantine delegation followed him. The echo of their boots reverberated through the vaulted hall like the final notes of an important performance. Alexander gave a subtle gesture, signaling the boyars to escort the guests out.

Oleg Vyshgorodsky was one of the first to watch the delegation leave, already calculating the future benefits of the alliance. His thoughts were clear: with Byzantine merchants would come streams of gold, and with that, opportunities to strengthen trade under favorable terms. The priority now was to negotiate tax breaks and new tariffs in detail.

Ignat Slavyansky was occupied with different considerations. The alliance opened access to Byzantine weaponry and military expertise. He calculated how soon the retinue could be fortified with new armor and siege technology.

Metropolitan Illarion was perhaps the most satisfied. He understood that complete independence from Constantinople would take time, but even the concessions achieved today were a significant step. Casting a glance at Alexander, Illarion silently thanked him for the opportunity. His years were advancing, but now he could rest assured that Rus' was on the path to spiritual autonomy.

Only Stanislav and Miroslav the Wise remained cautious. Stanislav sensed that the prince had been unusually resolute tonight. Something was pushing him to move quickly. For a moment, he locked eyes with Alexander but said nothing. Alexander held his gaze without flinching.

When the doors closed behind the Byzantine delegation, the silence in the hall regained its weight. Alexander allowed himself a faint smirk and quietly spoke:

- Let them believe they have us on a hook. They think Byzantium is leading this game. They do not yet realize that with every craftsman and merchant who sets foot in Kyiv Rus', I am building a new power. By the time they understand... it will already be too late

Nikodim walked through the dim corridor with his delegation, brooding over what he had heard. Torches cast long shadows on the walls, turning them into silent sentinels. The Byzantines' footsteps echoed beneath the stone arches. Though the envoy's face remained impassive, irritation simmered beneath the surface. Alexander had accepted the proposals too quickly.

Ahead, at a measured distance, two guards in heavy cloaks lined with fur strode confidently. Their figures seemed carved from stone - calm and focused on their task. Oleg Vyshgorodsky followed just behind them, observing the delegation but refraining from interference.

- It can't be... that he yielded so easily, - Nikodim muttered, his brow furrowing. - Is he stubborn or a cold strategist? Either way, this could spell disaster for the Empire. If I misjudge him, it could be a fatal mistake. Sophia cannot allow that to happen

He slowed his pace, moving closer to Sophia. The flickering light of the torches danced across her face, rendering it unreadable. Nikodim studied her eyes, as if trying to see beyond the cold exterior.

- Remember, Sophia, - he began, lowering his voice. There was a weight to his words, that of a man accustomed not only to command but also to warning. - The Empire always expects loyalty from its daughters. You are to be its face and voice in these lands

Sophia remained silent longer than necessary. Her gaze was steady, but a storm of thoughts churned within. She understood why her uncle had once again invoked her "duty." Nikodim was skilled with words, yet this moment betrayed his fears: he felt the situation slipping out of control.

- A daughter of the Empire... - Sophia allowed herself a fleeting, private smirk. Her face remained calm, but her thoughts flashed like steel beneath a veil. - They want to control me? I will be the one who rules this game

Slowly, she inclined her head in acknowledgment, as decorum required. A barely perceptible trace of a smile flickered on her lips. Nikodim tensed, catching the gesture, though he gave no outward sign.

- Yes, Uncle, - she said evenly. - The Empire can always rely on me

Her voice was flawless, yet something in its perfection unsettled Nikodim. He withdrew slightly, frowning but unable to find the right response. Sophia straightened, her posture like a drawn blade.

- The Empire seeks to bind me with chains I do not need, - she reflected. - But who says I won't control those chains? Alexander... or someone else will be my instrument, not the other way around

For a brief moment, a glimmer of cold calculation shone in her eyes, betraying her true thoughts. Nikodim froze, sensing it, and leaned in slightly as if to discern her expression, but her face had already returned to its unreadable calm.

- We will do everything for the Empire, - he emphasized, though a note of doubt crept into his voice. - This alliance with Rus' is a chance for decades of peace. Your actions here will shape that future

Sophia met his gaze, allowing a brief flash of disdain to surface before quickly extinguishing it.

- Yes, Uncle, - she repeated with the faintest hint of weariness. - For the Empire

Nikodim held her gaze longer than necessary before giving a curt nod.

They continued down the corridor, the silence between them now more palpable. Sophia remained quiet, though the shadows on her face seemed to speak on her behalf: in this game, she was no longer a pawn.

At the far end of the passage, where darkness threatened to swallow the torchlight, Nikodim cast one last glance at his niece. He thought he saw a new, ominous presence in her figure - not that of a child obedient to her elders, but of a woman preparing to make her first decisive moves.

- If I have miscalculated... - the diplomat thought uneasily, before swiftly pushing the notion aside.

***

Thank you to everyone who is reading.

I know I've greatly stretched out the audience and negotiations, but this is the first major delegation whose actions and consequences will influence the entire story moving forward. I've developed it to the fullest so that you can feel these negotiations and sense just how much is at stake.

A note:

In those times, negotiations could stretch over several days or even weeks. One day, they would discuss a single point; the next, a council would debate whether to accept it, press for changes, or reject it entirely. Then negotiations would resume, followed by more disputes, until a final decision - acceptance or refusal - was reached. Each detail was discussed separately. Afterward, agreements would be drafted in both Greek and Old Slavic for Nikodim and Alexander, with one copy for each side. The scribes would then verify that all four texts (two in Greek and two in Old Slavic) matched exactly. Afterward came discussions regarding the marriage contract and other important conditions.

I won't dive into the full details of this lengthy process or describe every single step. In the text, I'll focus only on the key moments and core terms of the agreement that will impact future events. However, keep in mind that such negotiations could take up to a month.

About this chapter:

Some of you may wonder: why didn't they discuss the entire marriage alliance and other terms right away? Why stretch out the start of negotiations and offer something minor at first instead of presenting everything at once? This has to do with the tactics of Byzantine diplomacy. It may also seem at times that Nikodim is making concessions without much resistance, but this is a strategy known as "soft diplomacy." Its goal is to secure the primary objective - in this case, the marriage - without escalating conflict over secondary matters. Nikodim understood that the marriage agreement was the top priority at this stage. Other proposals were not critical enough to fight over, as doing so might jeopardize the main goal.

In this chapter, realism has been somewhat compromised because Alexander agreed to the proposal too quickly. Realistically, he would likely have needed time - perhaps until the next day - to consult with his advisors. However, I tried to frame it in a way that wouldn't seem entirely implausible. To be honest, I didn't want to prolong this process any further, as I've already given plenty of attention to the details. At this point, I'm eager to move on and show what comes next in the events of tomorrow's chapter. So, it turned out like this.

I'm trying to convey everything as accurately as possible - how it might have been in their era. I hope you find these extended events interesting, even if they are drawn out. Hopefully, the length helps you better understand this time period - those who lived in it, how they interacted, and the weight of their customs and decisions. I aim to bring each of them to life, not just as letters on a screen.

With the coronation and the arrival of boyars from various lands, the focus will now shift to diplomacy, church rituals, and court intrigue.

After this, the prince will begin implementing reforms: starting with the legal system, followed by ecclesiastical, economic, and other changes - all in due order.