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"Castles Across The Sea"
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The Kingdom of Sutherlan
Early Spring:
The Messenger was dismounting from his horse even as the beast was coming to a sliding stop. The young man hit the ground running, stumbling, falling, and yet rolling and popping right back up to his feet and continuing forward as if a Court Acrobat performing.
Twenty hurried steps later, the Messenger's feet slid over the rain soaked ground just as his mount's hooves had, and as he came to a stop he simultaneously bowed his upper half and thrust out a hand.
"For his Majesty," the man announced, his breathing labored by exertion and excitement. As he referred to the sealed letter -- now bent a bit and mud stained from the recent tumble -- the Messenger continued, "from the Royal Ambassador to Westumber."
The King's Advisor -- a fancifully dressed man whom the Messenger had approached -- took the scroll, quietly chastised the young man for being so unprofessional, then dismissed him with a wave. The Messenger, however, simply backed a step and waited; there wasn't a soul across the Kingdom -- not a Peasant Farmer, Soldier, Merchant, or Earl -- who didn't know about the negotiations that had been taking place between Sutherlan and Westumber, and like everyone else, the lowly Messenger was eager to hear the news.
Beyond the two of them, King Roland lifted his leather protected wrist to accept the return of the falcon he was training. He called to his Advisor, "Open it, Lord Torrance. Read it. Tell me, is it a wedding or a war."
Lord Torrance broke the wax seal, unrolled the parchment, and read the short message. He looked up to the Messenger with a chastising glare, as if annoyed that the man was still there ... then smiled and winked. The Messenger's face lit up with excitement, and after he gave the obligatory bow and farewell, he spun and hurried off to his horse. Torrance watched the man kick his horse and head toward the city below the hill, knowing that before he himself, the King, and their escort got back down to the Castle, all the town would know the news.
The Royal Gardens
Less than an hour later:
"Tell me again why I am marrying this boy, Elizabeth," Lady Claudia called over her shoulder to her Lady's Maid. "What exactly am I getting out of this?"
With a tone and volume that was one part loyal servant and one part life long friend, the young woman more often called Betty reminded, "First, m'lady, he's not a boy, he's a man. Prince Henry will have celebrated his 18th birthday before we can complete the journey to Westumber. And second, you know what you're getting for marrying--"
"What I'm getting...?" Claudia interrupted. "Let's go over the facts, shall we? I'm not getting anything ... not directly and personally, anyway. Nothing but a husband, and I never asked for one, did I?"
Behind her, Betty rolled her eyes. The two of them -- as well as the Negotiators from the two Kingdoms -- had been debating this topic for more than two years now.
The Kingdoms of Sutherlan and Westumber couldn't have been more different from one another, and they seemed to have only one one thing in common: they each had something the other needed.
The Kingdom of Sutherlan occupied the entirety of the small, relatively round-shaped continent upon which it was located, south of the continent of which Westumber was the largest Realm. The vast majority of Sutherlanese resided within a two day walk of the four large cities located on the continent's northern coastline. These cities had become rich through trade with Westumber and -- to a lesser degree -- the smaller Kingdoms with which Westumber was or had been at war off and on for generations.
The vast majority of the rest of Sutherlan's continent was called the High Plateau. It lay to the south, beyond a tall, east-west running mountain range called the High Peaks. The Plateau was mostly open grasslands and rolling hills, perfect for farming grains and root crops or ranching goats and sheep. Historically, the High Plateau had had a very small population; life there was hard, and without support from the Crown -- which it had never had -- the towns there remained small and insignificant relative to the northern cities. Claudia had spent the year of her 14th birthday traveling about the High Plateau, and she'd discovered that that vast land had upon it just 6 towns that each supported a population of less than 500 people.
Now, however, because of the signing of the treaty, this land was about to be filled with thousands of people.
Westumber didn't occupy the entirety of the continent on which it was located and, in fact, had been fighting over control of those lands for generations. Claudia didn't know all the details of those sometimes decades-long wars, and truthfully she didn't care. What she did know was that these generations of war had had devastating consequences on Westumber's treasury and that Sutherlan was coming to the rescue.
King Roland's treasury was overflowing with gold and silver, mostly from his taxes on trade with the Northern Continent. The treaty King Roland had signed with his counterpart gave -- not loaned -- Westumber the boat loads of silver and gold it needed to support the war effort and finally defeat that Kingdom's foes.
In return, Westumber would cease taxing the Sutherlan merchant ships that visited its ports. It would also end the blockade of the ports of Westumber's foes, thus allowing Sutherlan to trade with those other, smaller Kingdoms without fear of having their ships boarded and the valuable cargo seized as illegal contraband.
The money King Roland was giving Westumber was substantial and relatively immediate, with a massive payment scheduled to be paid within the Moon and further payments made every Moon after that for the next 10 years. The moneys Sutherlan would earn from the changes in trade -- and the fact that Sutherlan's treasury would now collect all of the trade taxes, not half of them -- would be slow to return, but they, too, would be substantial over the decades to come.
King Roland had not only been negotiating with Prince Henry's father, though; he'd made agreements with the King of Westumber's foes as well. Anyone from those opposing lands who wanted to begin a new life on the High Plateau was welcome to relocate there, to farm or ranch or Smithy or whatever they were able to do to make a living ... and pay taxes, of course. It was already estimated that this last final push by Westumber's army could create more than 10,000 refugees, and King Roland was ready and willing to accept each and everyone of them onto his tax roles.
But for King Roland, this treaty was less about the money being giving away now or earned in the years to come. This treaty was about the future of the thrones of Sutherlan and Westumber ... and of how this deal merged them together with the Crown one day being placed upon his grandson's head.
And that, of course, was where his daughter, Claudia, came into the picture. Continuing her chat with her Lady's Maid, the Princess reminded, "I get sold off to some Northern Boy-Prince--"
"He won't be a boy!" Betty repeated yet again.
"--and what do I get for it?"
"You're son-to-be will become King of all Sutherlan and Westumber, m'lady," the other young woman told her. "All of the Known World will be united for the first time under one crown ... in the hands of your child."
Claudia turned to look at Betty for the first time since the conversation had begun and asked with a playful tone, "And what do I get? Me! This son about whom you speak will be Prince Henry's son, also! Sutherlan gains, Westumber gains, Prince Henry gains ... but how do I gain?"
"As I understand it," Betty continued, speaking of things her lover -- one of the Treaty negotiator's scribe -- had told her during some of their pillow talk, "five of the smaller kingdoms located on the coastline -- the ones that are actually closer to our Capital than they are to that of Westumber -- will come to be under Sutherlan's jurisdiction ... essentially becoming part of your Father's Realm."
Claudia looked to Betty and with a sincere tone asked yet again, "And how do I gain?"
The Lady's Maid only shook her head before grumbling, "Why do I put up with this?"
They two of them linked arms and continued their walk through the garden, continuing the unnecessary regurgitation of the topics details. Ironically, Claudia was perfectly fine with her part of the treaty. Well, maybe not fine but at least resigned to the fact that she had a part to play and was going to play it.
She instructed Betty, "Tell me about him again, this--"
"Don't call him the Boy-Prince again, m'lady," the Lady's Maid interrupted. After they giggled together, Betty said, "What is there to know but that they say he's somewhat handsome--"
"Somewhat?" Claudia cut in, laughing. "Last time you said he was handsome, not somewhat handsome, and the time before that you said he was very handsome. What happens to boys from the North when they reach adult age, do their faces suddenly begin drooping and their skins turn gray?"
"Hush! And let me finish!"
Betty went on to describe all she'd heard of Prince Henry through official and unofficial channels, not really knowing how accurate any of it was. The two of them laughed and speculated as they wandered through the garden, until finally Claudia asked the question Betty knew had been coming, "And he has never been with a woman before?"
That was a question that was typically asked of the female half of an upcoming marriage, not the male side. But Claudia was intrigued. Communications between Sutherlan and Westumber were well established, and news -- both personal and otherwise -- traveled freely between the two Kingdoms. And of all the things that should or could be known about Prince Henry from these various sources, Claudia had heard again and again that her future husband was not the typical male from the upper social levels ... meaning he wasn't running around lifting every dress and fucking the warm, wet hole hidden beneath it.
She didn't know whether or not to believe it. Men were men, and men with money and station were the worse men of all, or at least that was Claudia's experience with them. Despite being who she was -- with a father who could order a man's cock and balls sliced off just for looking at her wrong -- Claudia had had more than her share of men try to lift her underskirt with the intention of partaking of her womanhood.
If she was to be honest -- which she wasn't going to be -- Claudia had actually let two of those wishful thinkers succeed. She'd been very careful keeping her sex life a secret, though, knowing that her value as the future wife to some Nobleman or Royal was dependent upon being able to claim she was still a virgin. Betty knew the truth, of course, or -- at least -- part of it; the Lady's Maid knew of one of the two encounters ... and they had been just encounters, with Claudia letting the first man intrude upon her just the one time, taking claiming her virginity, while the second man had had the pleasure of Claudia over a wonderful but short period of just two nights and one afternoon.
Ironically, neither man had known or today knew who Claudia truly was. She'd been incognito at the time, traveling in one of the other large cities with Betty and a single bodyguard and no official identification of herself, her coach, or her entourage.
The first time had been painful and humiliating in a way. The experience had nearly prevented her from repeating it. But Betty had told her that the first time was always that way for a young woman, so -- just days later -- Claudia had taken a second shot at discovering the pleasure her Lady's Maid said could be found with the right man. The follow up had been sweeter and more enjoyable, though, Claudia hadn't found it entirely satisfying, as she'd seen happen between Betty and her own lover while spying upon them from behind a curtain on a couple of occasions.
The Coast of Westumber
Several months later:
"There it is, m'lady," the Lady's Maid said, pointing a finger out before her as the fog surrounding the vessel parted to reveal the land before them. Unnecessarily, Betty said of the castle standing upon the cliff, "Your new home."
"My new home," Claudia repeated, more to herself. "Just in time, I guess."
Betty knew what her Princess meant by that. The ship bringing Claudia north to her wedding -- set to take place in just 12 days -- had left Sutherlan the same day Prince Henry's week long celebration of his 18th birthday had begun. Claudia still made the Boy-Prince jokes sometimes with Betty, but Henry was now officially a Man.
"He knows I'm coming?" she asked the Lady's Maid.
"Yes ... and no, m'lady," Betty said. She explained, "For security reasons, your father sent a second ship flying the Sutherlan banner. The Captain says it should have already docked earlier today. We will dock tonight with no fanfare, and in the night we will make our way to an Inn ... before anyone realizes that you are not on the other ship."
Claudia understood. There were a great many people not happy with the treaty between Sutherlan and Westumber, and because of that, Claudia's Bodyguard had been increased from just 6 members to 60. But Claudia had little fear for her life. Not a single person on this continent other than the Ambassador knew what she looked like, and in Commoner clothing -- peasants wear -- Claudia could easily walk down the street without gaining anymore attention than any other beautiful, young woman would.
"When will I meet him ... Prince Henry?" she asked.
Betty shrugged. "I don't think a formal meet and greet is yet scheduled, m'lady."
Claudia studied the castle as it became more and more clearly seen through the breaking fog. She contemplated the days, moons, and years to come and smiled. She looked for and found her Protector Prime, waving him to her from the deck below. Before he arrived, Claudia told Betty, "You will have Sir Davvis deliver a message to the other ship, a message that will then be given to whoever greets the ship from the Castle. Inform them that I wish to remain aboard my ship for two days while I recover from the long voyage ... and that I will meet Prince Henry on the third day, at the Castle. Then ... I want Sir Davvis to find Prince Henry without letting him know he'd being found. I want to know where he is at all times."
"And why are you asking this, m'lady?" Betty asked with a confused tone.
"I want to meet him without meeting him," Claudia said, looking to her Lady's Maid with a devilish smile. "I want to know who he is ... before he knows who I am."
Betty tried to talk Claudia out of all this silly subterfuge, but the Princess was determined. She wanted to meet and possibly get to know her future husband a bit before they were officially introduced. Claudia didn't know whether or not she would come to know him any better in this fashion. But ... it sounded fun.