The Young Romania proved that it could function quite well,
even when lacking the expected Imperial guidance.
The Working Anarchy
4 December 1641, Jerusalem, Imperial Palace
Silent and heartbroken, Cristina entered Mihai's room. Iulia was there, lying besides Mihai's lifeless body, with his left hand in hers, blood still dribbling from her chest, staining the otherwise immaculate sheets.
Iulia: "He is already cold..."
Cristina: "Iulia, get up and let the morticians do their job. It's very hot in this Land. The sooner, the better... And you are still bleeding. I'll get a doctor to take a look at that wound, either you want it or not!... Iulia, do you hear me?!"
I: "Why are you wearing black, Cristina?"
C: "What kind of question is this? Because my husband has just died! I'm in mourning, that's why."
I: "I know... But Granddaddy is not
officially dead, you know... He has to die in Alba Iulia. The people must be ready. All that's known so far is that Granddaddy was wounded. We will announce that the wound got infected and soon after our arrival in Alba Iulia, he will succumb to the infection... Preferably after the end of the Christmas Feasts."
C: "Oh... So you are insisting on that farce as well..."
I: "But of course, Cristina. It may have been a poorly thought idea, but it does have its merits. And, after all, we cannot back down now, can we? We'll have to just go with the flow. That's why you should not be seen wearing black for now. You'll have plenty of time to mourn back home."
C: "I see... As you are now my Empress, I'll oblige."
I: "Yes... I'm the Imperatrix of the Romanians, am I not? Funny, I have not thought about this till now. Well, actually I am not. Anyway, not since the death of Granddaddy is officially announced... Let's not think about the succession right now, shall we? And don't you ever say that I am your Empress again! I am and I will forever be nothing more than your best friend!"
C: "Sure, my dear... But please, let's do something with that wound..."
I: "Oh, this wound? It was surely made by that crazy Muslim assailant who attempted to assasinate me as well. This will surely add more support to the impeding war against the Mohammedans! And this is going to be much better! I'll get a painter and have a schetch of the wounded Crown Princess published in all of Romania's newspapers!"
C: "Do as you wish, Iulia... The doctor is already here. Please let him take care of you... Please..."
I: "Fine. Here you are, Doctor! Heal me!"
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The Doctor cleaned the wound and applied two stitches.
C: "Are you sure that you do not want a bandage?"
I: "Yes, I am very sure. First of all, I do not like bandages and second, the painter will be here any minute now. Thank you, Doctor, you are excused... Oh, you may call the morticians now. Are you happy now, Cristina? Were you afraid that I would die by your hand?"
C: (crying) ...
I: "Oh, poor Cristina. Don't cry... You couldn't have killed me. You have neither the strength, nor the knowledge of how to stab someone. You stabbed me perpendicularly on my ribs. To get the dagger into one's thorax you have to stab parallel to the ribs. That way, even if you hit a rib, the blade slips and finds its way between two ribs of the unfortunate victim."
C: "You are scaring me."
I: "I am sorry, but after all the death I saw on the battlefields, I am completely desensitized. I may have personally killed dozens of enemies, maybe in excess of one hundred!"
C: "Do you like it? Going to war?"
I: "Yes, Cristina, I do. I like to win. I like to conquer. And I like to kill the enemy soldiers. I like to kill... foreign men... Like the one that raped me. I hate them. I hate them all!" (trembling)
C: (hugging her) "Everything is all right, my dear. Relax, you are safe now... You are with me."
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Iulia posed for the painter while continuing to talk with Cristina.
I: "Do you think that it's too provocative? Does the breast show?"
C: "No, Iulia, it is perfect. Try not to move. But... please tell me, why are you wearing trousers?"
I: (laughing) "How would I look wearing a skirt while riding a horse like a man?"
C: "You are not riding now."
I: "Well, I like it. It is more comfortable this way. And, being surrounded by men all the time, I suppose that it is better... For all of us."
C: "I see..."
I: "Has it ever occured to you that, if you kill me by mistake, nobody would believe you? After all, if I die, Maria becomes Empress..."
C: "Don't talk like this! You are making me cry again."
I: "I'll leave that... for now... But, there is something we must talk about... You know... There were some discussions in the Senate that I shouldn't become Empress because I am already the Sovereign of the Greeks. I would like to hear your opinion. Don't mind him, he can't hear us. Just tell me, who do you want to be the Empress of the Romanians? Me or Maria?"
C: "It is not me who decides..."
I: "I know but... Just humor me and tell me, sincerely, what do you think about this matter, please."
C: "It is... difficult. Of course that I love my daughter and I would like her to be Empress, but you are the first in the line of succession, the transition would be smoother for the country, you are better prepared and already an adult, while Maria is underaged... Anyway, it is always better to keep the Succession Law sacred in order to create a tradition of legality and deter future possible claimants. It is the best for the stability of the Country and its institutions. And that Greek Crown, it is nothing but a sham. It should be clear for the Senators that you are ruling Greece because you have conquered it!"
I: (taking her hand) "Thank you, Cristina. You have been honest and this means very much to me. And Maria will be Empress herself... After my own death. And her descendants afterwards. To the end of the times..."
C: ...
I: "You know, Cristina, I love Maria as well. We spent a lot of time together lately and grew closer to one another. And she will be a great Empress... when she would grow up."
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C: "I would like to sit by Mihai's side... Why does it take so long to... prepare him?"
I: "I brought an Egyptian. A Christian, of course. It seems that the secret of the Ancient Egyptians has been preserved and this man knows how to properly embalm a body."
C: "But is this a Christian thing to do?"
I: (smiling) "Well, we are not going to put Granddaddy in a pyramid, are we? But we should be able to get the body to Alba Iulia in as good a condition as humanly possible. I have to think of everything, because, don't get mad at me please, but it seems that you have become a wreck. Come on, you have a life to live. You are only 37 years old, for God's sake!"
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C: "Iulia... Who is ruling Romania right now?"
I: "Nobody, I guess. The Church, the Army, the Senate, they all do what they are supposed to and everything works just fine. Only that no new laws are enacted. And who needs more laws? We have enough already!"
5 - 29 December 1641
Flanked by the Imperial Guard and Iulia's soldiers, the Imperial Family left Jerusalem for Jaffa in what turned out to be a quiet and uneventful journey.
In the harbour of Jaffa, the combined fleet of Romanian and British warships was magnificent. The sturdy and well armed RS (Romanian Ship) Victoria became the home of Cristina and Iulia for the following weeks.
With the exception of an easily won naval engagement with a small Iberian fleet and a rather unpleasant storm, the voyage was rather smooth and quite safe.
While not writing down orders for her armies and studying reports, Iulia comforted Cristina who seemed to be more affected by Mihai's death than her.
30 December 1641, Alba Iulia
The Imperial Suite reached the Capital in the morning, welcomed by thousands of joyful citizens, blissfully unaware of the fact that their beloved Emperor was no longer alive.
Iulia had been right. In Romania, far away from the battlefields, life went on normally.
In fact, almost nobody had even noticed the lack of Imperial authority. Everybody was simply doing his job, everything was just fine and Romania functioned smoothly on its own.
But this stable state of affairs was about to change and Romania had a bumpy road ahead.