"Ministers still rule, and this King thing is clearly creating inflated expectations. Here's how the ministries work: we keep tabs on what the others are doing, which, let's be honest, we'll be doing anyway. I thought you wanted to get your own little piece of the city and be left to your own devices. This way you do! And if one of the others doesn't want to go in the direction you do, complain. Bitch them out. Call up the rest of us and tell us all about it! It's not a hard thing to do, just try not to act like a child," Sammacle explains frustratedly to the hydra.
"As for the Empress, she's better off doing something for us than sitting on her ass somewhere in a castle wasting all that perfectly good legitimacy. Legality's just as big here as it is down in Bloom. She - and by she I mean her and her cadre of advisors minus the one who suggested the fealty thing - has got knowledge on what we have around us. You don't. I don't. None of the others do, either, and who knows what the other assholes in this city have got up their sleeves. So why not let the Empress go head of state business, and we take care of the rest?"
"Bear in mind, of course, that if we don't make our rule legitimate, armies from all over are going to come along and take the place without repercussions, and let's face it, you can't really take down five guards, let alone an army. I mean, we can't really..."
Sammacle pauses for a moment as something occurs to him.
"... although, actually..."
He looks over at Tlanextli.
"Hey, god-man. Want to be the God-Emperor? You've got the credentials, right? Plus an angel to do all your heralding and public relations work."