King or not, Konrad was your prisoner, not his. Wladislaw was not to mistreat him while you had him in custody. You were not a subject of the Mozolavian monarchy, and you were under no obligation to let this boy mistreat his uncles.

''He is still my prisoner, not yours; that entitles him to my protection.'' You flatly stated. Narrowing your eyes.

Wladislaw, by contrast, looked like you had just slapped him in the face. Had he not expected you to push back? Were you about to watch him throw a tantrum?

''Perhaps you haven't been made aware, but my uncle is still my subject. I have every right to punish him, especially when he is on the soil of my country. I want him out of politics.''

''You may be his king, but you are not his captor. He is not yours to punish, at least not yet.'' You declared firmly, crossing your arms. Wladislaw's expression darkened, a storm brewing in his eyes as he realised you were not going to back down.

''Now you listen to me, Adlershorst. I will have my uncle in a monastery or out of the country.'' He snarled.

''Fine, banish him then; I will take him to Greifswald if you don't want him. But you shall not have access to him.''

He leaned back, thinking about your offer. Before jumping up and declaring, "Fine, we'll do that; you can have him, not that he will have any estates to return to."

He stayed around for some time before eventually leaving. You thought him a blowhard and privately thanked the gods for the fact that your sister was wed to his brother and not him.

You had already sequestered Konrad in a safe location at any pace, in case you needed to bring him somewhere safe. He could travel once more, but he was still a tad bit weakened, and you didn't want to risk him dying of the cold.

In the new year, with winter now at a close. Things were about to come to a head. You had unfortunately received news that your father had caught an illness but was apparently recovering well. It was a relieving bit of news, as you can confront the last of the rebels.

You had come across them at the joining of the roads somewhere in the southeast, and the Mozolavians had joined you in fighting to your right flank. With the king riding in the fore. Something you found quaint. Opposite you stood a colourful group of various quality who would make for the enemy today. It was just before noon, and soon enough the clash would come, with the enemy cavalry preparing already.

>Keep on the defence; let them come to us.
>They will push on our right, so we should relieve pressure on the left.
>Let Wladislaw take the hit for now.
>Write-in