You could secure a betrothal with a christian and covert! Make your father proud, boy. Or you could abdicate in favor of your brother (who will probably start a faction revolt against you soon) and make your father very proud.
And dishonour my Romuva ancestors? Never!
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Young Treniotas was woken in the middle of the night by the sound of heavy boots coming through the doorway to his bedroom. He reached for the dirk underneath his pillow and watched the figures approach out of the corner of his eye but relaxed as he recognised the face of a guardsman loyal to him.
"Your Imperial Majesty, your father is dead" said the guard as he dropped to his knee. "You are Emperor!".
Treniotas sat up in his bed and spat on the floor. "It's about damn time," he said. "If he clung to life any longer I would have had to smother him in his sleep myself". He waved for his men to stand. "Go, gather my vassals for the coronation. Make it clear that to not show would be considered a dire insult".
"Yes, your Imperial Majesty" said the guard as he rose to his feet.
Treniotas watched the men leave, he was glad to have them. He had spent much time while his father was ill hiring men that would be loyal to him. He didn't trust most of the house servants or guardsmen in service of his father. He knew there were many among them that would rather see his younger brother Lubartas as Emperor of the Wends. His father had been grooming Treniotas to rule and it was no secret that the two had very different visions for the Wendish Empire. Emperor Ermantas had fought hard to establish the Wendish Empire as a Christian state, even going as far as placing his own Pope in the holy see of Rome. Treniotas on the other hand had never taken to the new ways. The priests often complained to his father that he didn't accept their teachings, no matter how hard they beat him with the strap. After his lessons he would often sneak off to the local Romuva temple where the common people still worshipped the Old Gods. There he learned much of the religion of his people and of his heroic ancestors.
Things were going to change and he knew that the Gods were relying on him to bring those changes about.