Basil II: 976 - 1025
Porphrogennetos
The Romans and the New World

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(left, Basileia Rhomaion in 976 AD)

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(left, Phrygia, where Tzimiskes were travelling through)

On the eighth of January, 976. Emperor John I Tzimiskes, scion of a distinguished family and himself a distinguished emperor, woke up in the cold winter morning of Phrygia. The emperor arose to find he had slept in a poor position, warranting pain as he arose from his bed, he ate breakfast and put on his suit of armour as his nephew-in-law, adopted son and heir, Basil, wiped his spear. He rode out on his horse across the rows of tents and makeshift campfires to the tent of Basil Lekapenos, his chamberlain and the illegitimate son of emperor Romanos I Lekapenos. The emperor found Basil and his guards signaled to the eunuch, Lekapenos rose and greeted the emperor. Tzimiskes dismounted and his chamberlain bowed.

"I would believe we can reach Nicaea in four days", said the emperor, pointing to the gleaming walls of Ancyra in the horizon, almost blinding him as he glanced. "We could do three if we rush", said Lekapenos as he squinted, "But four days would be satisfactory, we'd want to stop, won't we?". The eunuch turned to face the emperor to find him in a deathly pallor, the Emperor called for his guards, "Niketas...", he weakly muttered before collapsing over his horse. Seven guards rushed towards the emperor, he vomited over the ground and a priest was called in. The soldiers all came around to spectate and news would soon reach Constantinople.

8th January 976, Ancyra, Basileia Rhomaion
"If he wasn't dying already, all of this incense will", thought Basil as he in vain attempted to lighten up. The emperor was in the largest basilica in Ancyra, lying mostly asleep, but sometimes stirring, talking to his wife for a few seconds before weakly vomiting and sleeping again. Antonios Studites, the Ecumenial Patriarch of Constantinople, had arrived on his mule to Ancyra before even the whole city knew about it and was circling the dying emperor while swinging incense in a small golden goblet chanting hymns. A soldier walked into the ceremony and started crying, wailing even, he clutched his casket and turned to Tzimiskes. The emperor woke up, he was in a dazed state, "wh... who are you?", said emperor, "a soldier of the Empire", replied the soldier, the emperor asked, "will I be remembered as a good emperor", "Yes, Yes!", shouted the man through his tears, clearly startling the Patriarch. The emperor, whose ceremonial loros was wrapped in cloth as not to be stained by his vomit, lapsed back into his sleep. As the soldier knelt and cried before Tzimiskes. Basil held back tears, although his father died when he was five, it was Tzimiskes who had the closest relation as heir, Basil had been the next-in-line but the throne was squabbled upon by generals as a child, who usually left the young Basil to his own devices as his mother plotted and courted senior figures, when Basil was 11, John I Tzimiskes came to the throne and proved to be a beloved de facto stepfather by campaigning with him - Basil was a child of the campaign and was more like a peasant in his personality, he detested the nobility and ceremonial traditions and was boorish and loved warfare. Now the 18-year-old Basil would soon rise to the throne and contend as the nobility that knew of his dislike for them would try to overthrow him. Basil stared up at a mosaic of Christ Pantocrator, assembled during the triumph of Orthodoxy over a century prior. He turned and asked Theodora, the distraught empress, whether he would survive or not, "God wills it", the empress replied. The sun set down and the procession continued late into the night, as the sun went up the next morning, Emperor John I Tzimiskes stirred and slept, and never stirred again. Basil was now the emperor.

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Basil arrived quickly to Constantinople and was coronated as Basil II. Contrary to expectations, his reign started off peacefully, Basil II spent most of his time in the Imperial Library, reading the classics and studying every Roman emperor before him in his transformation to statesmanship. Basil Lekapenos, John's chamberlain, held real authority, Lekapenos was a skilled politician who briefly revived the extant Senate and sought to hold power behind the throne, expecting Basil to be the sword of the empire and himself to be the ruler. The situation at the court of Constantinople had declined in recent years, the Empire was ruled by military strongmen who proved inefficient of handling the court and thus it detached itself from the throne. Basil observed Lekapenos control the state and planned his purge. Outside studying, Basil continued his life of hunting and sport. Lekapenos began to suffer from accusations of poisoning John I Tzimiskes as the former emperor had condemned the Byzantine elite prior to his sudden illness while Lekapenos held large estates.

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23rd March 977, Constantinople, Basileia Rhomaion

The race was close, but Bardas Rangabe of the Greens seemed to be winning, on the right-side of the Hippodrome, beneath the box of Emperor Basil II, Andronikos Diogenos of the Blues rose from third place to a near lead, Rangabe strained forwards to overtake the charioteer but one of his horses struck Diogenos'. Diogenos paused his horses, believing someone behind him had an accident when Rangabe, who's horses darted leftwards, crashed at 45 miles per hour into Diogenos. The blue charioteer's basket1 skidded over the sand and the green basket of Rangabe flipped and was destroyed, several spectators had to duck as Rangabe's empty basket collided with the stands, leaving nobody harmed but the ancient barriers damaged. The other charioteers stalled in time. Basil, as most emperors would have, descended to assess to damage and aid the charioteers, Andronikos Diogenos was largely unharmed having landed from a small height onto the ground but Rangabe was in a worse state, the collision threw his basket to the ground and he was injured, having broken multiple bones and covered in blood, Rangabe survived but retired from charioteering. Seven of the horses died in the crash. After both charioteers were pulled from the wreckage by monks and transported to hospital, Basil II announced that the game end, he returned to his imperial box to find a young woman, slightly older than him, sitting beside his entourage. Her name was Theophanu Skleraina, she was the granddaughter of the cousin of Nikephoros II Phokas, an esteemed late emperor who Basil campaigned with as a small child. She was two years older than the emperor and was seated at the front with her parents when Rangabe's empty chariot basket struck, although the hard stone walls shielded her, pieces of wood, dust and sand had landed upon her and had fallen as the crowd rushed as the chariot flipped through the air towards them, the sight of such an esteemed noble covered in sand and fallen over was an embarrassment, so she had entered the imperial box to recuperate. Basil could recognise her name, but was unable to summon where, as it turned out, in 972 she proposed to Otto II, the emperor of the Holy Roman Empire, an illegitimate barbarian state deep into Europe, but was rejected in favour of Anna Porphrogennita, a 9-year old, causing outrage and Anna's mother, Theophano, refused the offer and insulted Otto.

Basil took a tremendous liking to her and offered that she go back to the Palace, which she accepted, and after a two hour "date" with Theophanu's mother present, Basil proposed a marriage, which was accepted.

10th April 977, Constantinople, Basileia Rhomaion


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(left, the augustaion of Constantinople during a ceremony, such as a wedding)
An entourage of guards stood, casted over by shadows, towards the entrance of the Hagia Sophia, they blared their trumpets, the guests - who consisted of christianised Slavs, nobles, family members and Latin dignitaries dressed in white entered on a purple carpet and filled up the pews, with the hetaireia sitting in the remaining seats. Theophanu waited at the altar as the emperor, surrounded by musicians and guards, walked over to the bride, where she unveiled her face. After hymns and a procession by Patriarch Antonios Studites, they paraded up and down the mese running through the city and held two hours of games at the Hippodrome until night, which appeased the Constantinopolitans who were disappointed at the cancellation of the last games following the crash. As night fell, the dignitaries stayed up until after midnight enjoying a meal in the hall of the Great Palace, soon everyone present was calmed by the festivities and the alcohol present, except Studites, who declined alcohol and stood out, "God bless this marriage, God bless our Roman Empire!" shouted the Patriarch as he raised his cup of water into the air, "we are at a turning point", the Patriarch continued, "these two pious individuals have come together today and we will see a revival with the emperor Basil on the throne, Rome will return to its glories", his speech made slight applause, Basil smiled with half of his face, he was biting his cheek, he had sex with Theophanu the night before the wedding, during the changing of the guards when nobody was present, if the Patriarch knew, he would never have allowed this marriage and might have conspired to put a Phokas, Skleros or Lekapenos on the throne instead. Next morning, Theophanu told her husband while eating breakfast what to name her unborn child if it was a boy, they agreed to John, after John II Tzimiskes, who raised Basil and was a family friend to Theophanu.

13th January 978, Constantinople, Basileia Rhomaion
The attention of the court was to the purple chamber of the Great Palace, Theophanu had gave birth, a boy, Ioannes Porphyrogennetos. The birth of the new prince and especially it's birth in the chamber was very special for the empire. And a crowd had formed outside the gates of the Palace of Boukoleon to observe the baby, and it's birth was marked by a special mass in the Hagia Sophia and games in the Hippodrome. John Porphyrogennetos was baptised and returned back to the palace.
 
Nice new series, sad you didn't go for the 1202 TL, good thing Basil has an heir. I wonder what John will do when he comes of age. Will it be threadmarked?
 
Off to a good start! Sad to see that the Justinian option and some of the others that were interesting didn’t win but this is a damn cool one! It’s going to be interesting to see this John III grow and hopefully uphold his fathers legacy and maintain the empire. While his date of birth means he’ll be old when he inherits (if Basil clocks out at the same time iotl) it also means he’ll be old enough to take part in his campaigns and gain experience as a soldier, commander, and politician. So by (presumably, I like basil II having a long reign) 1025 John will be well established, educated, and experienced. Going to be interesting to see!
 
I love how the HRE is described as an "illegitimate barbarian state" in how it basically shows how the ERE felt when they heard of it's formation.
 
Nice new series, sad you didn't go for the 1202 TL, good thing Basil has an heir. I wonder what John will do when he comes of age. Will it be threadmarked?
I expected 1202 to win and wrote a plot for it. 976 caught me off guard, so I had to make a plot while writing it.
 
AMAZING! I'm in awe of the detail and craftsmanship of this story. It feels relateable and human! Ty for this great start! I do want to point out that you could just call the place Romania/Rhomania instead of the Roman empire (in Greek ofc), not to split hairs, but that's what the natives were calling it. Will we see some info on Basil's brother? Would be cool if he goes through some different life experiences than OTL.
 
So no revolt be bardas and an heir..what about Basil's brother; will he be a useless idiot like iotl?

He was more interested in the trappings of office than the responsibilities. When Basil does would Contantine remain Co-Emperor, or would that title go to Basil's son?
 
Basil II: 976 - 1025
24th March 986, Constantinople, Basileia Rhomaion
The 8-year-old John Porphyrogennetos woke up his younger sister, Euphrosyne, as he did everyday to play Alexander or Caesar, in his coat of armour around the palace, he would always play the hero and defeat Euphrosyne, who always played Darius or Pompey. But instead his father, the emperor, called him to his room.

"I know you enjoy playing war", said Basil, "Yes", said John. "The heroes that you play, Alexander, Caesar, Justinian, these people were true heroes, but they did not get their status from doing nothing, they had to fight in real wars. And tomorrow, Ioannes, we will depart from this city and march to Greece, the Bulgars have invaded and you can watch and learn from the warfare."

The porphyrogennetos was excited by the prospect and fought even more excited with Euphrosyne than before, yet he was nervous and was kept awake. The furthest John had ever been was Antioch, but he was four and had no memory, he had not left the city in seven months, when he travelled to Athens and sailed around the Aegean. Campaigning would be a new level and the prince was excited about the prospect of campaigning.

Basil and Ioannes departed from Constantinople, the porphyrogennetos felt sick as his native Theodosian Walls became smaller and smaller in the horizon, after what seemed like an eternity, they reached Arcadiopolis that evening, where they spent the night residing with the strategos of Thrace, while the emperor and the strategos discussed raids and the upcoming campaign, John felt restless and ate quickly, his uncle, Constantine, turned to him, "Should the weather be good, we could go horse riding", said the co-emperor, "That is the plan, then", replied the porphyrogennetos. The next day, he went to the stables, Constantine went to mount his horse and fell over, he was unable to get back up, the coemperor was steadily becoming more gluttonous, John could tell that his uncle was becoming less of the sporty uncle he knew but more interested in the vices, "gripped by his surroundings'' as Basil put it. Basil was more of a military man, defiant of the prince’s tutors of which he hated, John looked up to his father and felt like more of an Alexander the Great than any tutor, a military emperor foremost.

17th August 986, Stipon, Bulgarian Empire
Ioannes Porphyrogennetos struggled to fall asleep, shouting and arguing coming out of the camp. Last week, the Roman army had been routed from the valley of Sredets, a siege had occurred but the supply chains had been encircled and food was running out, Samuil had routed the Roman army and the army was moving through the Gates of Trajan, as the porphyrogennetos thought about Trajan, another emperor he admired, who conquered Dacia and brought the Roman Empire to it’s broadest extent. John struggled to hear what the soldiers were saying, but he overheard that the Bulgars had encircled the valley and trapped them.

The porphyrogennetos did not sleep that night, next morning he was awoken by his father. “What do you think you are doing?”, barked the emperor, “it is five in the morning and you are still not out of bed, let alone in your armour! What if the Bulgars attack us, will you just die? That is how you are acting, get out of bed this minute!”. Basil was not a stoic and he often became nervous, the emperor also didn’t get any sleep and climbed out of his bed after three to put on his armour and in turn woke up Kontostephanos, a lieutenant and the Varangian Guards, the new guards which the porphyrogennetos thought as being foederati, and summoned his thoughts about Majorian and Ricimer. Basil put on his armour and looked over the landscape - empty - and imagined him as a great warrior slaying the Bulgars. He was in his father’s tent, the sun still not at it’s peak and still hungry when a distant cacophony of shouts were heard, Basil bolted upwards and bolted outside, he then shouted “Mount!”. An adrenaline rush filled Ioannes’ body and he felt deaf and couldn’t feel a thing, he was on his horse before he could think and the next thing he knew he was galloping faster than ever before, clung desperately to the reins with ten or fifteen Varangians beside him, he turned over and found most of the army trapped, the Imperial standard falling and the spears of the Bulgars rushing over the Romans, he turned back, closed his eyes and leaned further towards the reins, he was now heading upwards, the Varangians were leading them to the top of the mountains in a desperate last effort to push away from the Bulgars, this upward movement turned to downwards as they past the summit and the echoes of the battle were lowered.

The horses were so fast that by the fall of night they had reached Phillipopolis, but the adrenaline was so strong in the porphyrogennetos' body that the whole journey felt like a few minutes. Once inside Phillipopolis, John was exhausted, but still on edge. Basil retired to his room for a conversation with his generals and members of the Varangian Guard and the elite unit of Armenians that survived and returned for a banquet. The emperor that was once loud, friendly and crude was now stony-faced and his face was completely white. Years later, as an emperor, Ioannes remembered the occasion and thought about how many thoughts must’ve been running through his head, the effort he made for a monocracy for the past decade was reversed in a day, one of his generals (of which it would be Bardas Phokas) would certainly rebel, perhaps all of them, what if the Bulgars take all of Greece? What if they besiege Constantinople? What if historians call him “Basil the Bad”? What if Constantinople falls? Basil broke the spell after what seemed like hours which the later emperor estimated at three minutes and said loudly “That Samuil of the Bulgars will want the throne of Preslav now, he will try to fight the czar, Roman, a civil war will go on and in five years, we would be sat as we are now in Sirmium.”

For the next week, they rode back to Constantinople, through Arcadiopolis, that he travelled through before his campaign in Macedonia before ultimately his trip ended at the Gates of Trajan. He felt a guilt as well, he thought himself to be a coward since he followed his father and went into flight and temporarily despised his father for not riding into battle, he thought he could have saved the empire and gone on to retake Sredets. He rode back into Constantinople, the Theodosian Walls were a familiar sight, of his life at the palace and his family, whose faces seemed blurred in his memory. He was met by a salute of the guards as he entered, which was made gloomy by the circumstance of their return. The old Hagia Sophia, the old Column of Constantine, the old Hippodrome, the old Palace and his tutors, which he still had to deal with despite feeling more important and wiser than them since he went on campaign. He adjusted himself back into his old life, he became more daring, he would later jump from the second storey of the Boukoleon Palace into the bushes to prove himself as being courageous, which just led to a fright among the Varangians and the suggestion of penance by the Patriarch.

13th October 1000, Constantinople, Basileia Rhomaion
Ioannes Porphyrogennetos was sat at his residence at the Palace of Blachernae, overlooking the Golden Horn, he was reading Plato’s Timaeus, as he was older, he was more keen to philosophy rather than the account of wars and was more fond of the old Greek philosophy rather than the Roman militarism. A messenger entered his room, the porphyrogennetos turned to him, “Why have you called me?”, “The emperor requests that you campaign with him against the Bulgars, his victory against the Arabs and the defeat of the Bulgars at Spercheios!”, a flicker of light burned in his brain, followed by the dimming as he remembered the Battle of Trajan’s Gate. “I shall”, replied John, “whenever ready”.

Ioannes was Basil’s only heir, he had three daughters, the adolescent Euphrosyne, Irene and Theodosia, and his mother, Theophany, was pregnant with another. The porphyrogennetos’ thought shifted to a son, which he did not have, nor even a wife, although he was still young. The next day, he and the parakoimōmenos , Nicholas, summoned all young, noble women to the Great Palace of Constantinople for him, out of the few, one immediately caught the attention of Ioannes, Maria Skleraina. Skleraina was the son of Bardas Skleros, the usurper that his father had vanquished twelve years prior, she charmed the porphyrogennetos and was immediately chosen. A wedding commenced soon later and Maria became pregnant, Skleraina did not know of his departure and was furious.

“Was this all a ruse, you are leaving me behind?”, she exclaimed. “Perhaps”, replied the porphyrogennetos, “but I will return before the child can walk and return in triumph”. “Either that or in a casket”, she responded. Ioannes felt momentarily swayed by her rhetoric, which was strong, but at the same time knew the state the Bulgars were in and would never betray his father. He would go.

5th October 1004, Skopia, Bulgarian Empire
For the last week, Ioannes Porphyrogennetos had been preparing for this night, he sharpened his spear, just like his father did on that cold, January morning outside Ancyra, twenty-eight years ago. He watched the moon rising in the east and the last, orange glimmers of the day fall behind him, the mask of darkness fell upon the battlefield.

The course of the weeks prior had been strange, after eight months of besieging Vidin, the city had been liberated and now the army moved north, piercing deeply into Bulgar territory, the Bulgars had responded by moving towards Adrianople, frightening the residents of the nearby Constantinople, but Basil persisted and soon controlled the Morava valley, leading to the city of Skopia. The strangeness had been Samuil’s response, he had camped himself on the Vardar, waiting for a response, seven years prior he was defeated by Nikephoros Ouranos, who the porphyrogennetos remembered as being present at Trajan’s Gate, while relying on the high tide, just as he was now, at the Spercheios river in Greece. Now, the foolish so-called Emperor of the Bulgars was repeating his mistake, and the Romans were planning to repeat their victory. A scout had found an inlet and the Roman plan was to cross that inlet and attack the Bulgarian camp.

Ioannes spent the day sharpening all his arrows, sharpening his sword and spear to perfection and polishing the labarum and the golden christogram on his shield. Once the moon climaxed in the sky, Basil ordered his attack. The army moved firmly, slowly and quietly to the inlet as the Bulgarians set fires, drank, ate and settled for bed. Once the entire army was on their side of the Vardar, Basil shouted “attack”, the entire army moved at once, John was surprised to find that the camp was undefended, he expected to come across at least an archer or some guards, he had been told that there was no sign of any night-time defences at the camp but was awaiting a stray arrow to zip beside his head all the way until he felt the fabric of the tents against his silver armour. The battle was brutal, just like at Trajan’s Gate, there was only one side fighting, a drunk Bulgarian who was once second drinking and singing tiredly had been pierced by four swords the next. After fifteen minutes of rushing around the camp, the last soldier had fallen. Samuil had fled with his entourage eastwards. He entered the city of Skopia, although it was unlike the previous triumphs, Skopia was a Bulgarian city. He travelled eastwards back to Constantinople to see his wife and son, Skleraina at this point changed her mind and his son, Leo, was four. Due to the slow nature of the war, the porphyrogennetos had returned to Constantinople many times, he had seen his son being born, he had witnessed Leo’s baptism, he saw Leo say his first words, he saw Leo walk for the first time and now he was old enough to read and write, soon he would meet his grandfather.

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(left, the triumph of John Porphyrogennetos in Constantinople, 1004)

Ioannes returned to Constantinople alone, in a parade and was applauded by the crowds, appointed as the praefectus urbanus by the emperor, he hosted games at the Hippodrome and was cheered by a crowd who descended to the Great Palace shouting “Niketas kata ton Boulgaron!” (Victor against the Bulgars!) and “Porphyrogennetos, eroas ton Skopion” (Porphyrogennetos, hero of Skopia!). He enjoyed services at the Hagia Sophia and an audience amongst various figures, who preferred him over the emperor.

“You are a hero!”, Leo said to him, “My daddy is a conqueror!”. “And your grandfather and great-great-grandfather was too.” said John, smiling. “Soon, me, you and the emperor will conquer the world!”.

“I’ve missed you”, said Skleraina, “I want another child, I am getting older”, her flirtatious tone transforming into a suggestive one. “I have felt the same”, said the porphyrogennetos, his eyes darting to ceramic toy lion of Leo, “I better not upset Basil by having a bookish son like Leo, especially after marrying a Skleraina, a military son can keep his wits up in his old age.”

After the conception, Ioannes went into the bathroom to wash and go to bed. He knew he would be the next emperor, he would from then on be on a mission to find out what he would do in his reign, he would not be as militaristic as Basil but would still have the whip hand over the elite, he would act like Hadrian and bring peace to the expanding empire. He wanted to at least be seen, perhaps restore some of Constantinople’s long rotting buildings or put up a column of himself, another aqueduct for the city?
 
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I expected 1202 to win and wrote a plot for it. 976 caught me off guard, so I had to make a plot while writing it.
Ooh I hope to see that one day, seeing Theodore Laskaris rebuild the empire from better footing (ie not trashed) and with Venice truely humiliated is a very fun concept.

I also think you could have a different Crusade or not even have one at all even though I could see the Catholics try to retake Jerusalem.

PS: who conquers England ittl? Hopefully Harald hardrada wins ittl.
 
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Nice chapter, let's hope John holds/stabilizes all the gains his father made as Emperor.

who conquers England ittl? Hopefully Harald hardrada wins ittl.
Maybe have England stay in native Anglo Saxon hands TTL? For all we know, a stronger Eastern Roman Empire can make Europe a lot more stable than OTL? I wonder what happens when the Turks start knocking on the Romans door TTL?
 
Maybe have England stay in native Anglo Saxon hands TTL? For all we know, a stronger Eastern Roman Empire can make Europe a lot more stable than OTL? I wonder what happens when the Turks start knocking on the Romans door TTL?
Tbf seeing the Anglo Saxons change and pivot to Northern Europe is very interesting.
 
Probably still mixed - it didn't stick strictly to either the English or the Norse OTL.

Might not have the same guys join post-1066, but it's still an attractive career.
 
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