November 11th, 1615
The great royal city of Ede was often hailed as the most civilized place in the whole of Edessa. Certainly it was the only city in the wild country the High King of Pomerania had come to, for Edessa was still ruled primarily by its tribal lords and archaic clan system. While there was agriculture of a sort, the society was geared toward war, producing the greatest warriors in the whole of Meringia, men and women alike.
The journey from the capital of Pomerania had been swift, for the roads were well maintained, but it was still three weeks of travel before Philippe and his retinue arrived at Ede. Word had gone ahead of them to announce his coming; the clan chiefs had been gathered in the royal city to bear witness to whatever the High King had come to say. They all knew what the problem was, after all.
King Sigmund was dying - a slow, painful death brought on by the continuous infection of a wound taken a year before. His heir by Edessan law was his eldest; a daughter named Brynhilde, who would be a fine queen. However, there was a faction in Ede - headed by Sigmund's second wife, Anne - that had begun to insist with words and violence that Edessa should follow the example set by other countries, and crown Sigmund's second child, Sigfried, as king when the time came. The politics was further muddied by the fact that Queen Anne was the younger sister of the High King himself, and Sigfried was her only child. The threat of civil war was a very real danger, and so Sigmund, in pain and confusion, had asked the High King to intercede, promising to abide by his wisdom in the matter.
And so, Philippe, High King of Pomerania and all her dominions, strode into the Great Hall of Ede at the head of his retinue - his guards, his chosen advisors, and companions requested for the journey. At the head of the Hall sat Sigmund, his Pomerania queen at his side, and both his children flanking them. The walls were lined with Edessans, men and women, all armed, all respectfully watchful. The only woman who was garbed in a fashion familiar to the Pomeranians was Queen Anne herself, who eschewed the practical furs and pants of the women of Edessa to dress herself in the fine gowns of her homeland. It was an alien place to those raised outside the Edessan border, filled with a fierceness that undercut everything.
As they were announced, the words seemed to fill the Hall, too loud to have come from one throat. But Philippe was well used to the ways of the Edessans. He stepped forward, a wide grin on his face, to greet his fellow king. "Sigmund, it is an honor to be received here with such warmth."
Sigmund, pale with pain, nonetheless rose to his feet to take Philippe's hand and squeeze hard. "My friend, it is you who honor us," he declared, half-turning toward the regal woman who stood behind him. "Your sister has been eagerly awaiting your visit."
Philippe's smile cooled ever so slightly as he looked on his sister. He knew her too well to believe that. "I'm sure she has," he agreed, releasing the king to kiss Anne's cheeks. "You look well, Anne."
Anne curtsied, her own expression wary. "As do you, brother," she greeted him. "I hear congratulations are in order. A grandfather to triplets?"
Philippe chuckled, listening to the murmur around the hall. "Aye, and all healthy, too," he confirmed with a nod.
"You remember my son, Sigfried?" Anne gestured to the young man standing beside her. The prince glanced uncertainly at his elder sister, everyone aware of the breach of etiquette.
Sigmund sighed wearily. "My children," he announced, drawing his daughter closer. "Brynhilde, and Sigfried."
Honor satisfied, Philippe breathed a little more easily, inclining his head to the warrior-like pair. They were both similar to one another, though Brynhilde was definitely more Edessan than her brother. Like their father before them, their hair was so pale as to be almost white, their eyes a brilliant shade of blue. Both stood armed, but it was Brynhilde whose greeting was most noted.
"High King, you are most welcome to Edessa," she declared, throwing her brother a faint glare for his lack of comment, despite his mother's bad manners.
Sigfried hurried to catch up. "Indeed, uncle, your visit is long overdue."
Philippe caught Sigmund's eye, both fathers attempting not to smile at the mild rivalry on display, and turned to gesture to his own retinue. "May I present my nephew, newly acknowledged ....Henry, Earl of Ayleth."
Though he'd been raised a commoner, Henry had recently been tutored in proper royal etiquette and though he didn't quite know what the king, his uncle, had planned for him, he had been schooled in what to expect here today. He stepped forward to take his place beside his king and bowed his head respectfully to the King of Edessa and the royal family. "A pleasure to meet you, Highness," he offered politely. He was dressed in Pomeranian style clothing, but not nearly as formally-adorned as Philippe.
"You are very welcome to Edessa, Lord Henry," Sigmund welcomed him with the ease of far too much practice. "May I present the queen, your aunt?" He gestured sharply to his wife, who just about managed to wipe the faint look of disgust off her face to smile at Henry.
"My brother has many secrets, it seems," she said, offering the young man her hand to kiss. "I am glad to know you, nephew."
Henry had been warned about his aunt and knew he couldn't trust most of what she said, and yet, he had no choice but to follow decorum and treat her with the same respect he showed everyone else who was above his station. He was careful not to flinch at the remark regarding his uncle's secrets, knowing it had not been Philippe's fault no one had known of his existence. The responsibility for that fell upon his father, and though it was no fault of his own, Henry knew he was the one who would have to suffer for it. There was nothing to be done about it but accept it and try to prove his own worth and his right to his place at the High King's side. He stepped forward to touch a respectful, if brief, kiss to the queen's hand. "Likewise, Majesty," he said, just as briefly and politely as he'd greeted the king.
As Anne stepped away, the princess' subtle eye roll was visible at her stepmother's oblique insults. "My children, Lord Henry," Sigmund presented them once again. "Princess Brynhilde, Prince Sigfried."
The prince was perfunctory in his acknowledgement, following his mother's example, but Brynhilde smiled warmly as she bowed to Henry.
"If you do not mind it, I have asked the princess to be your guide in Ede," King Sigmund went on. "I understand it is your first visit to Edessa?"
He might have been raised a commoner, but Henry was no fool. He could read people well, and he had noticed Anne's subtle feelings of contempt and maybe even jealousy, which her son seemed to share. The princess, on the other hand, seemed warm and welcoming, though it was hard for Henry to tell whether it was genuine. He arched a brow at the news that she was to be his guide and wondered if this, too, was planned, but he contained his curiosity and merely smiled politely. "Yes, it's my first visit anywhere, really," he volunteered.
The great royal city of Ede was often hailed as the most civilized place in the whole of Edessa. Certainly it was the only city in the wild country the High King of Pomerania had come to, for Edessa was still ruled primarily by its tribal lords and archaic clan system. While there was agriculture of a sort, the society was geared toward war, producing the greatest warriors in the whole of Meringia, men and women alike.
The journey from the capital of Pomerania had been swift, for the roads were well maintained, but it was still three weeks of travel before Philippe and his retinue arrived at Ede. Word had gone ahead of them to announce his coming; the clan chiefs had been gathered in the royal city to bear witness to whatever the High King had come to say. They all knew what the problem was, after all.
King Sigmund was dying - a slow, painful death brought on by the continuous infection of a wound taken a year before. His heir by Edessan law was his eldest; a daughter named Brynhilde, who would be a fine queen. However, there was a faction in Ede - headed by Sigmund's second wife, Anne - that had begun to insist with words and violence that Edessa should follow the example set by other countries, and crown Sigmund's second child, Sigfried, as king when the time came. The politics was further muddied by the fact that Queen Anne was the younger sister of the High King himself, and Sigfried was her only child. The threat of civil war was a very real danger, and so Sigmund, in pain and confusion, had asked the High King to intercede, promising to abide by his wisdom in the matter.
And so, Philippe, High King of Pomerania and all her dominions, strode into the Great Hall of Ede at the head of his retinue - his guards, his chosen advisors, and companions requested for the journey. At the head of the Hall sat Sigmund, his Pomerania queen at his side, and both his children flanking them. The walls were lined with Edessans, men and women, all armed, all respectfully watchful. The only woman who was garbed in a fashion familiar to the Pomeranians was Queen Anne herself, who eschewed the practical furs and pants of the women of Edessa to dress herself in the fine gowns of her homeland. It was an alien place to those raised outside the Edessan border, filled with a fierceness that undercut everything.
As they were announced, the words seemed to fill the Hall, too loud to have come from one throat. But Philippe was well used to the ways of the Edessans. He stepped forward, a wide grin on his face, to greet his fellow king. "Sigmund, it is an honor to be received here with such warmth."
Sigmund, pale with pain, nonetheless rose to his feet to take Philippe's hand and squeeze hard. "My friend, it is you who honor us," he declared, half-turning toward the regal woman who stood behind him. "Your sister has been eagerly awaiting your visit."
Philippe's smile cooled ever so slightly as he looked on his sister. He knew her too well to believe that. "I'm sure she has," he agreed, releasing the king to kiss Anne's cheeks. "You look well, Anne."
Anne curtsied, her own expression wary. "As do you, brother," she greeted him. "I hear congratulations are in order. A grandfather to triplets?"
Philippe chuckled, listening to the murmur around the hall. "Aye, and all healthy, too," he confirmed with a nod.
"You remember my son, Sigfried?" Anne gestured to the young man standing beside her. The prince glanced uncertainly at his elder sister, everyone aware of the breach of etiquette.
Sigmund sighed wearily. "My children," he announced, drawing his daughter closer. "Brynhilde, and Sigfried."
Honor satisfied, Philippe breathed a little more easily, inclining his head to the warrior-like pair. They were both similar to one another, though Brynhilde was definitely more Edessan than her brother. Like their father before them, their hair was so pale as to be almost white, their eyes a brilliant shade of blue. Both stood armed, but it was Brynhilde whose greeting was most noted.
"High King, you are most welcome to Edessa," she declared, throwing her brother a faint glare for his lack of comment, despite his mother's bad manners.
Sigfried hurried to catch up. "Indeed, uncle, your visit is long overdue."
Philippe caught Sigmund's eye, both fathers attempting not to smile at the mild rivalry on display, and turned to gesture to his own retinue. "May I present my nephew, newly acknowledged ....Henry, Earl of Ayleth."
Though he'd been raised a commoner, Henry had recently been tutored in proper royal etiquette and though he didn't quite know what the king, his uncle, had planned for him, he had been schooled in what to expect here today. He stepped forward to take his place beside his king and bowed his head respectfully to the King of Edessa and the royal family. "A pleasure to meet you, Highness," he offered politely. He was dressed in Pomeranian style clothing, but not nearly as formally-adorned as Philippe.
"You are very welcome to Edessa, Lord Henry," Sigmund welcomed him with the ease of far too much practice. "May I present the queen, your aunt?" He gestured sharply to his wife, who just about managed to wipe the faint look of disgust off her face to smile at Henry.
"My brother has many secrets, it seems," she said, offering the young man her hand to kiss. "I am glad to know you, nephew."
Henry had been warned about his aunt and knew he couldn't trust most of what she said, and yet, he had no choice but to follow decorum and treat her with the same respect he showed everyone else who was above his station. He was careful not to flinch at the remark regarding his uncle's secrets, knowing it had not been Philippe's fault no one had known of his existence. The responsibility for that fell upon his father, and though it was no fault of his own, Henry knew he was the one who would have to suffer for it. There was nothing to be done about it but accept it and try to prove his own worth and his right to his place at the High King's side. He stepped forward to touch a respectful, if brief, kiss to the queen's hand. "Likewise, Majesty," he said, just as briefly and politely as he'd greeted the king.
As Anne stepped away, the princess' subtle eye roll was visible at her stepmother's oblique insults. "My children, Lord Henry," Sigmund presented them once again. "Princess Brynhilde, Prince Sigfried."
The prince was perfunctory in his acknowledgement, following his mother's example, but Brynhilde smiled warmly as she bowed to Henry.
"If you do not mind it, I have asked the princess to be your guide in Ede," King Sigmund went on. "I understand it is your first visit to Edessa?"
He might have been raised a commoner, but Henry was no fool. He could read people well, and he had noticed Anne's subtle feelings of contempt and maybe even jealousy, which her son seemed to share. The princess, on the other hand, seemed warm and welcoming, though it was hard for Henry to tell whether it was genuine. He arched a brow at the news that she was to be his guide and wondered if this, too, was planned, but he contained his curiosity and merely smiled politely. "Yes, it's my first visit anywhere, really," he volunteered.