>>5352871>>5352995>>5353024>>5353408>>5353580>>5353601>>5353623>>5353712>>5353881The prisoners had fled ! By Saint Denis it was awful, maybe the bard would compose a song about you or talk to some noblemen about how you slaughtered his friends, they deserved it but the soft indians might not understand. Or worse, he could talk to his guild who will send even more halfwits against you. And Schamann, he might raise new soldiers, new mercenaries and try to be King of Sicily, or Someplace, or you didn't knew what but he was dangerous, even if Conradin seemed to be sympathetic. No, you needed to put an end to this. But it seemed to be hopeless, each time you managed to put an end to a problem another one appeared. Truly, the Lord sent you a difficult trial. So you proclaimed, quite nervously.
-Tonnerre ! Raise the peasants of the village ! Ring the tocsin ! Tell every man that he will have 3 gold coins if he catches those bastards ! Taïaut ! Taïaut ! Taïaut !
The man bowed and began to run to carry your orders to your men, soon, in three or four days you would be able to walk anew. You waited impatiently for this day, when you could ride anew and fight your enemies by yourself. It was when you were in such thoughts that you felt the soft hand of lady Takable stroke gently your hair. She was just behind you and she told softly.
-Charles, you saved me today... Even if I have made all this problems by my fault... I do not know what to say you are...
You took her hand in yours and kissed it. And told.
-You are too good my lady.. And I am glad to have a light as pure as you to illuminate the darkness of my surroundings.
It was true, in all the difficulties of ruling a fief, the fleeing prisoners, the attacks on your lands, the peasants who always wanted something instead of being happy as they were, you were a bit lost. But this beautiful lady helped you focus, and remember what was good in life. You kissed her hand a second time while she kindly stroked your hair and said.
-Charles, even if I like being called "my lady" you can call me Rose. We will be married, I hope, so let us use our first names.
It was sweet, and you let yourself relax near this lady smelling of strawberries. Answering.
-Of course, my.. Rose... Yes... We shall be wed.
It was not how you thought about marriage, you thought that your father will find you a lady and order you to marry her, but maybe chosing her yourself was more pleasant. You let yourself derivate in a sea of brighter thoughts while the gentle Lady Rose was slowly massaging your tired shoulders. Finally, even in difficult moments, it was good to be lord.
