North America / Kingdom of Yorkania (Crownlands of Manhattan): December 27th, 1517.
(Morgan's POV)
"Finally we can have some morgan time." I said with a sigh while fluffing the soft, thick and warm blanket that was covering half of my body.
The chamber was silent.
I sighed and leaned back against the headboard of the bed and looked down at a book on my lap titled. The romance of the seven kingdoms.
The chamber was silent.
I stared at the book on my lap for a moment and thought "Sounds fun to read"
"Let's get started, enough waiting." I said with a serious look in my eyes as I opened the book and started reading chapter 1.
*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*
The chamber was absolutely silent.
I stared down at the book in my lap.
The book stared back.
The door knocked again.
*KNOCK* *KNOCK*
My eyes slowly closed.
"Whoever is behind that door better have brought death, gold or a apology written by god himself." I said calmly while not moving from the bed.
The chamber was silent.
The double doors opened.
*Boom*
John stepped inside first in a black cloak with his face calm and cold. Behind him came galahad in a loose black shirt with blood still dried across his knuckles and a look on his face that made the candlelight seem a little less brave.
I stared at both of them.
The chamber was silent.
I slowly closed the book on my lap.
*Phap*
"Do you two understand what you have done, you just interrupted a national royal relaxation ceremony for your queen's health, this better be good or you both are gonna be put to death." I said calmly while gesturing at both of them.
The chamber was absolutely silent.
I waited.
The chamber was absolutely silent.
I waited.
No one spoke. The chamber was absolutely silent.
"You both are permitted to speak now." I said calmly.
John kneeled Immediately and said coldly "Your majesty. The catholic church has soldiers stationed near the border between jersey and yorkania. They are not wearing open banners, but they are armed, organized and positioned too carefully to be pilgrims."
The chamber went silent.
My eyes slowly moved to galahad.
Galahad stepped forward and bowed slightly while saying calmly "Lloyd confessed. The crate came from a catholic storehouse near the jersey coast. It was sealed with papal wax, delivered by men in black robes and jersey officials. One man wore a black stag ring."
The room became colder.
I stared at them.
John watched me for a moment and said calmly with a cold look in his eyes "The soldiers are hiding in plain sight under supply wagons and religious escort groups. Three camps. One near the old mill road. One near the broken chapel ruins. One close enough to the northern border to move before sunrise."
I was silent.
"Lloyd also heard the priests speak of the road attacks. He said jersey smugglers, priests and bannerless men spoke of grain roads, villages and storehouses" Said galahad with his jaw clenched subtly.
The chamber was silent.
My right hand slowly tightened around the closed book.
*Crk*
John lifted his head slightly and said with a cold tone "This was planned between them your majesty. Jersey pays the hand. Rome guides the blade."
Galahad's eyes hardened and said calmly "Lloyd repeated the priest's words. Rome failed with poison and would not fail with hunger."
The chamber was absolutely silent.
The candle near my bed flickered.
I stared at the two men for a long moment.
My face did not move.
My eyes did.
"Say that again." I said calmly with my cold eyes squinting.
John and Galahad went silent.
Galahad bowed his head slightly and repeated with a colder voice "Rome failed with poison and would not fail with hunger."
"Rome failed with poison and would not fail with hunger, so they tried to kill me first, and when that failed, they decided to starve the people I was feeding" I thought with a soft snicker.
Hurried footsteps sounded.
*BOOOM*
"YOUR MAJESTY, UNKOWN FLEETS ARE HEADING FOR OUR SHORES WITH SOLDIERS ON THEM." Said percival loudly with his forehead full of sweat and still in his nightly attir with a letter in his hand.
"What, have they been identified." I asked with a serious look in my eyes.
Percival sighed and shook his head and said "They have not but I suspect that they are the whores of the pope."
"Hahaha, good one. I also think so." Said john while suddenly glancing at the window.
A cloaked figure did a crossed both tingers of the right hand.
I stared at the cloaked figure for a moment and thought "255,677 men, this is practically a war against yorkania, the pope must be that offended that I kept god out of this kingdom."
"Gather 150,000 of the entire army, this is a state emergency, galahad. I want your army too, how much are you willing to give to your queen mother." I asked with squinted eyes.
*Thud*
Galahad kneeled Immediately and said with a calm tone "Your majesty, everything I have belongs to you."
The chamber was silent.
"Excellent. I'll put your love confession off for a later date, how much men can you muster." I asked calmly while getting out of the bed.
"I have 88,777 men ready at present arm your majesty." Said galahad with a serious cold look on his face.
"Even better, lord wood pecker, get my amour ready. I have to set a better example for the church." I said with a sigh as I sat the book on the table.
The chamber was silent.
No one spoke a single word.
The fireplace crackled loudly.
I looked at percival and asked with squinted eyes "Did I stutter."
"N…no, not at all your majesty but you are the queen mother. The ruler if you will, how will the soldiers get their command if your at the forefront with them." Asked percival with a sigh.
"I wish I could smile right now" I thought while rolling my eyes.
I was silent for a moment and ssid calmly "Do you realize how incompetent you sound right now, lord chancellor."
The chamber was silent.
"Ah. Her majesty means she will be able to still command the army while fighting with them and while she's away I will be managing yorkania in her place." Said john with a smile.
"You will be doing no such thing. While I am away the royal uncle will be managing this kingdom, now start the preparations." I said calmly with a serious look in my eyes and I put the shawl over my shoulder and quickly started leaving the chambers with percival, john and galahad not falling behind.
The double doors slamming shut behind us.
*Boom*
(Bagdemagus's POV)
"ACHOO…" Said bagdemagus sneezing loudly.
A very beautiful older woman leaned up from his hairy chest with long curly jet black, silver stranded hair, one light brown eye and one completely white one with a scar going down it from her eyebrow, a diamond shaped face and 5'7 in height with a voluptuous, very plump figure asked with concern "is everything alright my golden lion."
The chamber was silent yet very pungent.
"GYAHAHA. A very fine one indeed Isabella, my big juicy shield maiden." Said bagdemagus laughing loudly with his right arm around the woman.
Isabella chuckled and said with a sigh as she played with bagdemagus's ches hair "You know I was the last one, yorkania dose not favor shield maidens anymore."
"We shall see about that my dear." Said bagdemagus with a smile as he pulled her into a sloppy kiss.
"Nnngh~….oh. It's going to be a big one, are you sure you can keep it up my golden lion. Your 98 years old." Asked Isabella with a grin.
Bagdemagus grinned and said while pulling the covers over them "This old man still has hard nuts and will use them on you like 60 years ago."
"KYA…Hehehe. I'm so scared." Said Isabella playfully.
*CREAK*
*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*
(Lancelot's POV)
"Your holiness, you have nothing to concern yourself with as my secret trade route into the olden lands of yorkania are safe and unkown to the crown." Said lsncelot calmly with a closed eyed smile.
The hall was silent, full of eyes scanning him up a down for any hidden intent.
"Your holiness. I doubt this entire plan to get completely rid of that barbaric kingdom." Said a white ugly short 4'5 fat man with dark brown eyes, a round face shape face with no visible kneel and a balding head.
The hall was silent.
A pot bellied light skinned middle aged man in a luxerious robe attire with light brown curly greying hair, a oval, rectangular shape face an amber brown eyes raised his right hand and said calmly with calculating eyes "We shall see how this plays out, won't we your grace."
"Indeed we shall your holiness, pope leo x." Said lancelot calmly with the smiles his face widening and his left lifeless cold eye opening subtly.
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THE END…