A messenger brings a note bearing the seal of the Prince, a scribes reads it in a bored voice,
Oy chaps, matters are a bit messy down here. The Milanese and Sicilians have landed forces in Iberia, and a company of those bloody merchant's troops are marching through my countryside near Toulouse. Wonder if someone up that way could tell 'em to **** off? You know, diplomatically and all. Send Constance. She can do some shopping and get her hair primped while she's there, maybe shake that Englishman off her tail, eh?
Dear Seneschal I hope you're working on satisfying the King's edict for Toulouse in all haste. Going to need some men recruited soon.
God's blessing on all who've gone on campaign!
Louis
![]()
Bookmarks