My steward erected a grand monument in middle of Vilnius - of a couple making love. It caused a minor scandal, but I liked it.
My servants found a newborn boy in a basket under the magical rose bush of my dryad lover. I adopted him and named him Sieciech. After hearing this story, my daughter Nadzieja wanted magical brother-husband, so I promised that they'll marry once he comes of age.
My Chinese wife was really unhappy about all this, going even as far as challenging one of my lovers to a duel.
All this chasing tail exhausted me, and I died at young age of 40, succeeded by my older sister Zwinslawa.
The family gathered on Przemyslaw's funeral, and there was already talk of dividing his realm. Khazars, Hungarians, Bulgarians, and even Sicilians keep ravaging South and East parts, and one empress can't handle it all. Zwinslawa also somehow gathered 6 king titles, which goes against how this empire was meant to be organized.
Any reorganization should be discussed with my cousin (also named) Zwinslawa, empress of the Romans, as our realms are intertwined.
