1115 AD Five years later
In the great Kebnikais Mountains in that ancient snowy land, the man with a huge muscular body, terrifying features, and a face covered with strange tattoos looked at the man sitting far away near the entrance of the cave.
The terrifying man with clothes made of animal skin and fur was looking at the man who was bare-chested in the midst of that heavy snow.
"Oi oi, our great Caesar, how do you feel when you are about to engrave the ancient heritage of your ancestors on your stinking body?"
The terrifying man with tattoos laughed loudly as he looked at the man who was bare-chested sitting near the entrance of the cave, with an expression of dissatisfaction and coldness on his face.
His dusty silver-gray hair fluttered high in the cold snowy air.
His sharp turquoise eyes, which exuded pure coldness, looked at him.
His huge muscular and monstrous body, full of scratches, was naked in the face of the inhuman force of nature.
If he were a normal human being, he would have taken off His shirt in the thick snow would have died long ago from the cold
"Stop chattering and do your job"
He said in a deep, magnetic, masculine voice
That voice carried the authority of a man who ruled the people
The terrifying man, whose name was Helanda, approached the Kaiser who was waiting for him
"Who would believe that the great Kaiser of Germany is just a child
Twenty-one years old and happens to carry the blood of the great Vikings"
"Shut up and just do your job"
The Kaiser seemed to be running out of patience with the vulgar nonsense that the terrifying Viking man was talking
Helanda felt that and entered the cave and took out his sharp and primitive tools from his animal skin bag
"The operation is painful to death, Kaiser, so I hope you don't scream and cry like a child because that would be embarrassing for a man who is supposed to be the first to receive the title of Kaiser after the era of the great Roman emperors"
"You like to chatter too much, old warrior."
The young tsar said as he looked at the knights standing on the mountain steps that were hand-carved by Helanda.
His soldiers stood there as they looked at their bare-chested tsar from afar.
There was not a single spot on his body that was free from scratches, sword punctures, and arrow marks.
His body was like a proud and glorious testimony to his military exploits in the past five years.
Helanda sat on the cold snowy floor and began arranging the primitive tattoo equipment.
"What would be the first tattoo you want to get on your body, Your Majesty?"
Helanda looked at the tsar's back curiously.
It was a Viking ritual for a young man to get at least three tattoos, which should indicate his Norse affiliation and identity and which tribe he belonged to.
"I want a name. Carve a name for me."
The Tsar said as he took out a piece of paper made of animal skin from his pocket.
When he opened the paper, a strange, winding, and charming drawing appeared before the eyes of the ancient Viking warrior.
Helanda looked at the strange drawing on the paper with admiration.
"What a beautiful shape. In what language is this name written?"
The Kaiser glanced curiously at the corner of his gray eyes.
"It's Arabic. Engrave this name on the back of my neck."
When it became clear to Ahlanda that the attractive letters on the paper were Arabic letters, he felt a fit of disgust.
"The Arabs are your dirty, damned ones."
Ahlanda cursed unconsciously as he glanced at the Kaiser's back with complete disgust.
There was a hatred planted in his heart towards the Arabs.
He did not like them, nor did he like anything that concerned them or had even the slightest connection to them.
His hatred for them was natural, given that they were the main reason for the extinction of a good number of his people, and the main reason for their dispersal throughout Europe.
Despite the contempt and hatred in the eyes of the ancient Viking warrior, the Kaiser was unyielding in his determination.
"Whatever the origin of the name, engrave it on the back of my neck."
The Kaiser's voice was firm and uncompromising, leaving no room for discussion or Refusal wanted to engrave this name written in Arabic letters on his skin and the request was surprising to say the least
"Why are you so insistent on engraving those dirty Arabic letters on your body? Have you forgotten that you are the heir of Jarl Vingir the Great, the last Viking leader?"
Hlanda said angrily
The Caesar in front of him was the only grandson of his son, the great Viking leader Vingir the Great, the fierce sea warrior who died at the hands of the Arab Caliph Abdul Rahman III
How could he engrave the enemy's letters on his body in the great Viking rituals?!!
The young tsar turned to look at him with his sharp turquoise eyes, his eyes burning with a terrifying fire as if he was about to kill the Viking warrior.
"Do you dare to defy my orders, old warrior? I will decide what I want to engrave on my skin, and you will carry out this task without any questions or objections."
His authoritative masculine voice did not carry any hint of doubt or weakness. He wanted to engrave this name even if the old Viking warrior hated the Arabs.
Even Helanda, the powerful Norse warrior, trembled slightly when the young tsar's sharp gaze fell on him.
The tsar noticed the old warrior's slight trembling, and mocked him with disdain as he coldly ordered him.
"I want this name engraved on the back of my neck regardless of your feelings towards the Arabs or any other objections you may have. It is my body and my decision and you will not defy me."
"....."
Hlanda took several deep breaths in a desperate attempt to calm himself. He looked at the young Tsar for another moment before replying.
"As Your Majesty commanded."
He said reluctantly.
He picked up the necessary tools and prepared to engrave the name on the back of the Tsar's neck.
Hlanda the old warrior began to engrave the Arabic name that the young Tsar had requested on the back of his neck. The intricate and beautiful letters of the name slowly began to form. Each stroke of the needle left a painful mark on the Tsar's skin.
Although Hlanda was doing as the Tsar had ordered, his aversion to the name and the entire act was evident in every movement he made and in the dark expression on his face.
Each thrust he made with those sharp tools was enough to make a man of full strength faint from the pain. There were some Vikings who had experienced this. During the tattooing ritual
Hlanda expected the young Tsar to scream from the pain of the tattooing or make some painful groan as a result of the painful tattooing process, but throughout the entire process the Tsar did not make a single sound!!!
What metal is this man made of???
Helanda thought secretly as he looked at the back of the young tsar's head.
The tattooing process continued and Helanda focused on his work with precision and skill. Even in the midst of such deep concentration, he was still puzzled about the young tsar's ability to endure pain without any visible reaction.
The silence and stillness in the young tsar's body was impressive, but it was also a bit disturbing. It was as if he was not a human, but an unshakable rock or a statue without feelings.
Helanda's hands moved without hesitation, leaving traces of ink on the tsar's skin. The pattern of the Arabic name was slowly materializing on the back of the young tsar's neck. It was a beautiful and intricate design, full of curves and intricate details.
But the Viking warrior couldn't shake the growing sense of anxiety in his heart. There was something about the young tsar that he couldn't understand. His strength and resistance to pain were supernatural.
After what seemed like forever, the tattooing process was finally over. The Arabic name was now permanently engraved on the young tsar's skin.
Helanda stepped back and looked at the result of his work. He had to admit that despite his displeasure with the language Arabic:Arabic, but the end result looked amazing, but he kept wondering about the young man who sat in front of him with an emotionless face and a completely still body during the entire process.
"Are you done?"
The Tsar asked as he glanced at him sideways with his turquoise eyes that had a wild glow.
Helanda nodded in agreement, his voice a bit dry.
He said as he put his tools in his bag.
"I'm done. Your name is on the back of your neck now."
He still had questions about how this young man was able to endure the pain silently, but he decided to keep them to himself.
Hearing him say "your name," the Tsar laughed in amusement.
This was the first time Helanda had seen this young ruler laugh, so he looked incredulously stunned.
"That's not my name. The name I have engraved on my body is my wife's name."
He laughed in amusement, causing his turquoise eyes that were like precious jewels to turn into a beautiful crescent shape.
Helanda's eyes widened in surprise and disbelief.
Did he hear correctly? Did the young man sitting in front of him really say that the name engraved on his neck was not his name, but his wife's name? How did that happen? He stared at him for a moment, trying to understand what he had just said.
"Did you... engrave your wife's name on your neck?"
He repeated in confusion.
The reason for Helanda's confusion was simple.
What he knew about this young Caesar in front of him was that he wasn't married. So by the gods of the Germans, where did this wife suddenly appear from!!!
The young Caesar felt the old warrior's confusion and said with amusement as he got up from the snowy ground
"I haven't married her yet, but after I get out of this snowy mountain of yours, I will go to Granada to formally propose to her. Since her father is dead, I will propose to her from her brother."
The young tsar's statement left Heland even more confused.
So he hadn't married her yet, but he had already carved her name on his neck, without her knowing? This situation was completely strange for the Viking warrior.
He said slowly, still struggling to understand the young man's strange decision.
"Do you intend to... propose to this woman?"
Hearing that, the tsar smiled a smile that was frightening for some reason to the old warrior.
His turquoise eyes exuded a terrifyingly interested and obsessed glow.
"Yes, I want to marry her."
The Viking warrior suddenly began to think quickly.
A tattoo in Arabic.....
Granada.....
Impossible!!!!!
"You stinking Caesar, who in the name of God do you want to marry?"
The Caesar answered the warrior's question indifferently as he turned to his soldiers who were standing far away.
"The only princess of the Caliphate, the daughter of Abdul Rahman III."
Helanda was astonished by the young Caesar's answer.
The daughter of Caliph Abdul Rahman III? Is that the one the young Caesar wanted to marry?
Helanda's expression turned to horror.
"You want to marry the Caliph's daughter? Are you crazy?"
He shouted, unable to believe what he was hearing.
These were the last words the Caesar said before he descended from the high mountain with his soldiers.
In the past five years, the world has changed radically.
The Arabs defeated the Christian Crusader alliance led by Pope Peter VII, which cost the alliance huge losses. Fortunately, Germany withdrew from the alliance in due time.
Only a year after that loss, and after the captive princess returned home, the entire world heard about the death of the Caliph of the world, Abd al-Rahman III, at the age of thirty-three, from the disease of kings.
This caused a political crisis in the Caliphate, because the Caliph who died had appointed his eldest son, Marwan ibn Abd al-Rahman, as Caliph, while excluding his other male sons.
When Marwan sat on the throne of the Caliphate, the first decision he made was to exile his brothers, Abdullah al-Saffah and Marq al-Hakim, to the other side of the sea in exile, so that he could rule the Caliphate alone.
The two exiled princes surprisingly did not cause much conflict, as they accepted their brother's decision with obedience.
The entire world thought that Marwan would be as strong and great as his late father, and would rule the Caliphate with an iron fist and expand the era of conquests. And the conquests that his father started, but contrary to expectations, Marwan was a completely unexpected character.
He stopped expanding in northwestern Europe while he was in the palace of government in Granada. He was ordering the ministers to manage the state while he devoted himself to debauchery, immorality, drinking alcohol, and spending state funds on prostitutes.
In just two years, he had spent half of the state budget.
He was immoral from an Islamic perspective, as he did not attend Friday prayers, did not preach to the people, and did not enter the door of the mosque since he assumed the throne.
He was immoral par excellence.
Some even say that he had become an infidel and that he had some blasphemous ideas that provoked the wrath of the religious sheikhs who began to look at him with suspicious eyes.
The people gradually began to become dissatisfied with his method of rule.
On the other hand, and in Europe specifically, the situation there was somewhat similar to the situation in the East.
In the Kingdom of Deutschland, only one month after the death of the Caliph, something unexpected happened in the course of the Caliphate there, where An unexpected rival to the German throne appeared
The third prince Gabriel von de Deutschleide
In just one year he had swept the political scene in Germany, winning over important noble allies at court and, by virtue of his good reputation in the church, had already gained the support of the clergy
After competing with his male brothers for two years, King Gunther the Holy announced that day his heir
Who, according to people's guesses, was the third prince
Since the heir had finally been appointed, the king gave that day to his sons, the first and second princes, the titles of Dukes of Oldenburg and Bar
The first thing the third prince did upon coming to power was to politically depose Queen Alma
Just six months after the appointment of the heir, King Gunther the Holy died at the age of sixty-three of a heart attack, after which the heir was crowned king at the Dresden Royal Palace on February 2, 1113 AD
The third prince was crowned as the eighteenth king of the Kingdom of Deutschland and one of the youngest kings in Europe.
Everyone, including the Vatican, expected that the new king of Germany would be calm as a young, young king, but unexpectedly, that young king took up his sword and suddenly declared war on the rest of the kingdoms in the old continent, which terrified the world!!
In just two years, he had made that small kingdom an empire that extended to Eastern Europe, declaring himself the emperor of that sprawling empire.
He later obtained the title {The Great}
{Gabriel the Great}
The young emperor sat on the back of his fierce black Germanic horse while covering his bare muscular chest with a wolf fur coat.
Behind him walked his army wearing the war armor of the Crusader knights.
The emperor's fierce horse neighed arrogantly.
"Your Majesty, you only tattooed one tattoo. Didn't you plan to tattoo three?"
One of the army generals, whose name was Oppenheimer, asked.
He always wore his helmet so no one in the army knew what he looked like but because of his strength and amazing swordsmanship he was chosen to join the Kaiser's army.
"I have chosen to get one tattoo for now. Next time we come to the Kebnekaise Mountains I will get the second tattoo but I don't plan on coming here alone."
Gabriel said in a deep masculine voice as he looked at the road.
The snow had started to fall and it looked like a blizzard was coming.
"What do you mean by being alone, Your Majesty? The entire army is behind you."
Oppenheimer said seriously in a sharp masculine voice.
"What I mean is that I will not return here as a bachelor."
The Kaiser mocked his seriousness, Oppenheimer, with amusement.
"Bachelor... Could it be that His Majesty is planning on getting married?"
Oppenheimer asked in astonishment as he led his brown Germanic horse closer to the Kaiser's horse.
"Yes, I will marry."
Gabriel answered as he looked up into the sky with his sharp, beast-like turquoise eyes.
Bloody ferocity oozed from every inch of his massive, muscular body as the cold wind caressed his gray locks.
The silver cross necklace he wore around his neck glistened.
It was the necklace he wore around his neck in those old days when he was still a monk in the church.
"Who is the woman your majesty plans to marry?"
Oppenheimer inquired seriously and curiously.
The snowfall increased as they advanced through the mountains.
"Who is the daughter of the most powerful man in this world?"
Gabriel asked his subordinate coldly as he looked at the snow-covered trees that were beginning to unfold on the way.
Who is the daughter of the most powerful man in this world? He thought for a moment and then answered as he looked at the snow-covered trees.
"The daughter of... the Caliph..."
His voice was low as those words came out of his mouth instinctively.
Impossible...
Wait a minute.....
Was the Kaiser now planning to marry the daughter of the former Caliph Abd al-Rahman III?!!!!!!
Is the Kaiser of the vast Christian Catholic Empire planning to marry his son, the Caliph of the Islamic world?!!!!!!
"Your Majesty, are you saying that you are planning to marry..."
Oppenheimer started but could not complete his sentence. The idea itself was so strange that he could barely speak.
Is the Kaiser, the most powerful ruler in the Christian world currently planning to marry the daughter of the Caliph? He must have been joking.
"Yes, come on, I will marry her. Come on, how much dowry do you expect her brother to ask me for? Should I take precautions?"
The Kaiser was speaking with great confidence as if he was confident that the current Caliph would approve of his marriage to his sister!!
What about the Vatican? What will the Pope say when he finds out that the ruling Kaiser who currently leads the Christian world is planning to marry a Muslim princess!!
What will the Islamic world's reaction to this be?!!!
How would the entire world react to this nonsense?!!
A Christian Caesar marries a Muslim princess?? This has never happened in history before
Oppenheimer couldn't hold back his shock and disbelief. He stared at the young Caesar for a moment, trying to comprehend what he had just heard.
"Your Majesty"
He began with a slightly trembling voice
"Do you realize what you're saying? Not only are you marrying a Muslim princess, you're also asking about the dowry as if it's no big deal. Have you thought about the Vatican's reactions? The entire Christian world is already against you, and now you're planning to marry a Muslim woman. Have you completely lost your mind?!!?"
The young Kaiser continued to ride his horse without thinking, as if he did not care about Oppenheimer's concerns at all.
"Why are you so shocked? Of course, they will be shocked by my decisions, but I don't care. I will marry her regardless of the consequences."
The Kaiser said indifferently.
Oppenheimer stared at the Kaiser, stunned by his stubborn and careless attitude.
"But Your Majesty, this is not a matter that can be ignored. The entire Christian world will rise up against you, the Vatican will expel you from the church, and the entire Islamic world will also be hostile to you. Have you thought about the consequences?"
He said in a voice heavy with worry and disbelief.
"So what? I will subdue them with just my sword."
Oppenheimer listened to the young Kaiser as he spoke with cold and determined eyes.
His frankness and arrogance made Oppenheimer tremble. He knew that the Kaiser was powerful and influential, but threatening the entire Christian world and the entire Islamic world with a single sword... was both impressive and terrifying at the same time.
"But Your Majesty"
Oppenheimer began, his voice trembling slightly
"Even your strength has limits. You cannot fight the entire world alone."
"The strong one determines the laws of this world, Oppenheimer. With my sword and horse, I will fight the entire world if I have to in order to obtain it."
The Kaiser's beast-like eyes radiated with blood madness as he spoke these words.
Oppenheimer stared at the young Kaiser, stunned by his words that did not utter a word.
He knew that the Kaiser was strong, but hearing him talk about fighting the entire world with his sword and horse was both terrifying and impressive at the same time.
"Your Majesty…"
He began, his voice trembling with awe.
"This… is madness. No matter how strong you are, you cannot hope to face the entire world alone. This is impossible."
The Kaiser turned his intense gaze towards Oppenheimer, his eyes They shine with a brutal madness
He said in a cold tone that sent a shiver down Oppenheimer's spine
"Don't underestimate me. My power may seem limited to you, but I have the ability to destroy and subjugate anyone who stands in my way. I will not hesitate to do anything to get what I desire."
His words were sharp as a spear, and his gaze was cold as ice. There was no room for discussion.
Oppenheimer could sense the intense determination and resolve in every word the Tsar spoke.
He swallowed his saliva, feeling fear creeping into his chest. The idea of fighting the entire world alone seemed like madness, but the conviction in the Tsar's words made him doubt the limits of his strength.
He said in a low voice
"Your Majesty, even if you are as strong as you say, what about the cost? The bloodshed and destruction that would result from facing the entire world..."
"I am ready to pay the price of this cost to get back what is mine"
Gabriel replied with complete stubbornness and iron will
He was ready to face all the consequences in order to get it
He knew that very well since the day she disappeared from his sight
Since the day she left him in that room injured and alone to treat the pain of her sudden separation
The pain of separation
The pain of helplessness
The pain of loneliness had made the man he is today
This is the motivation that made him climb the pyramid of power in the kingdom and aspire to be the strongest
Strong enough to deserve it
He wanted to be the strong man that she had always desired and aspired to
So he was ready to face the world with his sword and horse just for her
The year 1115 in the month of June and specifically on the birthday of the princess of the Caliphate The nineteenth pampered The great Caesar Gabriel sent a telegram of congratulations to the Caliph Marwan in Granada.
That telegram included an official engagement request that surprised the whole world.
It is said that when the ministers of the Islamic state learned of this engagement telegram, some of them fainted from the shock.
On that day, the drunken Caliph, who was holding a bottle of wine in his hand, looked at the Caesar's telegram with unconscious eyes to say his words that were immortalized in history books as the worst of the Caliphs and kings in the entire Islamic history.
"It would be good to marry that useless girl with a stubborn temperament. The Caesar, the strongest man on the continent, has always engaged her... She wanted to marry a strong man, then let us marry her and get rid of the burden."
"..."
At that moment, the generals, ministers and advisors of the Jurhum court looked at their drunkard successor with disbelief and indignation. This crazy drunkard was planning to marry their only princess to a European Christian king!!!