Perplexia
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Queen Clara paced in front of the large hearth as she read the latest reports. There was a rebellion in the south that was threatening to move on the villages in her providence. Her armies had suffered a giant blow with the epidemic of small pox that claimed so many of the young recruits.
She needed help, and this meant that she needed an alliance with the country of Caliberia. Despite their different beliefs her belated husband and the King had been on friendly terms. She had met him a couple of times. He was a bit younger then her and her husband were. Yet he seemed wise beyond his years.
The didn't have the gold to purchase the armies that were necessary. If the King wouldn't lend them to her, he would be looking for a payment in the form of a wife. With only one daughter, it wasn't a guess to be what he'd ask for. But she had to ask and hope that he wouldn't. If he did she was in a position not to deny him.
Composing a letter requesting aid was difficult. She used all of the diplomatic arguments and reasoning she could determine outlining her plan on how they would reimburse for the expense plus interest. With her hopes that he would except and not counter offer she sent the letter on its way.
Summoning her daughter before her she stared at the fire gathering her words.
Kaitlynn just now 19 looked at her mother worryingly as she twirled her golden locks. Her sea blue eyes watched her scanning her trying to make reason for the look of somber across her face.
"Sometimes" her mother started. "As rulers we must make sacrifices for our country and our people. We are not just their leaders but the servant of the people."
"yes mother" Kaitlynn replied having heard this speech in the past.
"You are aware that with the empidemic of small pox, it left our ranks short. In order to squash the rebellion we need more armies. That requires money, money that we don't have set aside for it. Our kingdom is only half the size of Calberia. Yet they are the closest we have to allies. So I have written the King to ask for assistance. I am hoping he accepts my payment plan that I have set before him. But he is a wise King without a wife. He knows that for his kingdom to remain strong he needs an heir, and for that he needs a wife.
I wanted you to be aware of the strong possibility that he will ask for your hand in order to aid us, and I will agree."
Kaitlynn sat silent for a moment as she processed everything her mother said. "But they treat women like cattle" she finally sputtered.
"I know their ways are different then ours. But remember about what I said about sacrifice. You will be doing this to serve your country and for the survival of your people. Your father had great things to say about the man, I think you need to be open to accepting the customs of what could be your new home very soon."
Kaitlynn had been brought up well in a loving environment. She had a kind hard from her mother and a curiosity of life from her father. His death had been hard on them. In order for his legacy to remain in tact she had no choice if it came down to it.
A few days passed before a response to the letter was met with an invitation for the Queen to meet and discuss her request.
She needed help, and this meant that she needed an alliance with the country of Caliberia. Despite their different beliefs her belated husband and the King had been on friendly terms. She had met him a couple of times. He was a bit younger then her and her husband were. Yet he seemed wise beyond his years.
The didn't have the gold to purchase the armies that were necessary. If the King wouldn't lend them to her, he would be looking for a payment in the form of a wife. With only one daughter, it wasn't a guess to be what he'd ask for. But she had to ask and hope that he wouldn't. If he did she was in a position not to deny him.
Composing a letter requesting aid was difficult. She used all of the diplomatic arguments and reasoning she could determine outlining her plan on how they would reimburse for the expense plus interest. With her hopes that he would except and not counter offer she sent the letter on its way.
Summoning her daughter before her she stared at the fire gathering her words.
Kaitlynn just now 19 looked at her mother worryingly as she twirled her golden locks. Her sea blue eyes watched her scanning her trying to make reason for the look of somber across her face.
"Sometimes" her mother started. "As rulers we must make sacrifices for our country and our people. We are not just their leaders but the servant of the people."
"yes mother" Kaitlynn replied having heard this speech in the past.
"You are aware that with the empidemic of small pox, it left our ranks short. In order to squash the rebellion we need more armies. That requires money, money that we don't have set aside for it. Our kingdom is only half the size of Calberia. Yet they are the closest we have to allies. So I have written the King to ask for assistance. I am hoping he accepts my payment plan that I have set before him. But he is a wise King without a wife. He knows that for his kingdom to remain strong he needs an heir, and for that he needs a wife.
I wanted you to be aware of the strong possibility that he will ask for your hand in order to aid us, and I will agree."
Kaitlynn sat silent for a moment as she processed everything her mother said. "But they treat women like cattle" she finally sputtered.
"I know their ways are different then ours. But remember about what I said about sacrifice. You will be doing this to serve your country and for the survival of your people. Your father had great things to say about the man, I think you need to be open to accepting the customs of what could be your new home very soon."
Kaitlynn had been brought up well in a loving environment. She had a kind hard from her mother and a curiosity of life from her father. His death had been hard on them. In order for his legacy to remain in tact she had no choice if it came down to it.
A few days passed before a response to the letter was met with an invitation for the Queen to meet and discuss her request.