((See my previous post Shadowfare. I'm sorry I got you two switched. *scratches head* don't know how I got to your name, though.))
The King (which I will call Julian, because I forgot to name the poor man
) sighed, watching his wife leave. He sat down on a red leathered chair near the fire.
"How did I get in this situation?"
Julian had never been very good in politics. He never had to be. Who had dared to foresee
he would end up on the throne?
Finally, he raised from his chair. Walking to a small wooden desk, he grasped a goose's feather.
Duke Dumwell,
I believe you are not understanding your position. Nor your sons nor your wife can make any claim for new land. Your heritage clearly dictates so.
I will not tolerate any of these foolish questions any more.
He sighed deeply, waiting for a few moments, before to continue.
"It has not slipped my attention that you have not yet delivered your word to serve the new King.
Hereby, I invite you to Maincastle. In one week, the engagement of my second son will be celebrated. I will attend you the next day.
This is a final warning Duke of Dumwell. Be not there and this will be considered as high-treason against your King.
Finally he signed the letter and sealed it.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Philip grinned, stepping forward. He looked around, the room was splendid. Warmly decorated and very clean.
"I must apoligise for my appearance. It seems to downgrade your environment already."
He swayed around, sitting down.
"Why were you called here, dear sister?"
((On a side note let's assume Philip doesn't know yet of his engagement.))
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Ingred nodded, "thank you. We will follow you."
She took the hand of her husband. Together they began to walk downstairs. Towards the great hall.
Ingred turned her head slightly to the guard. "Are you a guard of the castle? I mean by this, you are not assigned to someone in particulary?"