Prince Edmund rarely appeared at court banquets, and even if he did, he would disappear quickly, and the child's face was pale as a vampire, at least this was how King Edgar felt, but the royal doctors repeatedly assured the prince that he was absolutely healthy, and the king did not intend to bleed such a young son. Edgar, who was born as an officer, never cared about such trivial matters, he just added physical education lessons to his son, and even taught eight-year-old Edmund stabbing swordsmanship himself, and felt that it would not be a problem to train this sick boy into a good soldier.

But even if Edmund is a half-dead waste, he is still a prince, the heir to the throne, which means that all court maidens want to win his favor, and maybe in two or three years, someone will start trying to seduce. As a result, Woolfheard had gained a great deal of hostility at the English court, which she quickly felt, and some people privately mocked her accent, such as calling her horses "Hrossa" instead of "Horsa".

This hostility culminated when the prince himself took her by the hand and took her to the throne with immature steps. Aware of the jealousy of those people, the noblewomen were secretly comparing her to their own daughters, and not wanting to look ridiculous in the eyes of the people, she gently pulled the silk in the way she was born to it, and gracefully displayed her figure—full of imperial luxury.

"We felt that the wedding should take place as soon as possible." King Edgar announced to the people, "Let our friends and foes alike see that the Iron Pact between England and Saxony is in effect, and that you will all call the Princess of Saxony Your Highness, for she will henceforth be the Countess of Kent of England." ”

Half of the king's words were addressed to Count Otto and the Saxons present, and in this delicate situation, the establishment of alliances was a top priority.

"Now the Teutons have joined in." Count Mercia heard his bastard son Berenga whisper in a mocking tone.

"Spaniards, Normans, Teutons......" Count Moka sat there, his brow furrowed by his gout legs, "and when the ravens gathered, bloodshed and murder followed. ”

"You mean?"

"We'll see." After the Count of Mercia gave his prophecy, he said no more, but his illegitimate son was thoughtful behind him.

The struggle had already begun, and the Mercian had mentioned Princess Elfwen's marriage to the king at the beginning of the year, a temptation that seemed to displeased King Edgar, but when the Count of Northumbria asked about it, the king did not refuse, which gave the lords of the kingdom an opportunity.

Overseas lands have temporarily satisfied the expansion greed of some nobles, but also expanded their appetites, some have begun to look at the Welsh royal territories, especially those rich mines, the nobles' pursuit of expanding industry and elevating status even the king can not stop, this set of rules has been the case since the conquest of Cnut, the younger generation may be bought by the glory of the royal guard, but the top lords have always priced their allegiance. Moreover, even the loyalty of the Guards requires gold and silver, as an ancient Alemanni proverb goes: Jewels wield swords.

The cinnamon-scented mead quickly obscured the Count of Mercia's mind, and when the King's White Knight Edwin came to him, the Count didn't even recognize it.

"Father." The White Knight's cloak shook in front of the eyes of the bastard Berenga, and the attitude of ignoring it made the bastard furious, "Your Majesty, please entertain the Earl of Nordheim for him." ”

"This dress suits you well, a king's dog." Berenga defiantly said, "Tell me, dear brother, do you wear it like this when you lick his boots?" ”

Edwin paid no attention to his illegitimate son, and just held on to the hilt of his sword and waited for his father.

"Entertain the Saxon?" The Count tried to straighten up, but his leg still ached, "What am I?" A court jester who makes people laugh? ”

"Father, if you don't come forward, the king will take this as rude to himself."

"Looks like I'm just going to do it." The stinging Count grew a little annoyed, he felt that he had endured enough, "My squire. ”

Count Otto was laughing, and it was evident that King Edgar's joke, though vulgar, was very much in his taste for a martial artist like him, when there was a shrill cry from the crowd.

All eyes were on the direction from which the sound had come from, only to see Prince Edmund flick Woolheid's wrist with one hand and leave the hall in a rage.

On the ground behind the prince lay a young girl, the daughter of the Count of Northumbria, with thick red hair, and a complexion as white as milk like her father's.

Woolfheard stood there with an embarrassed expression, and the red-haired girl on the ground was looking at her with hatred, as if she had been greatly humiliated.

The squire quickly cleaned up the overturned horns, and the Northumbrian girl, whose clothes were wet, disappeared from the hall, and Edgar soon learned what had just happened: the Countess of Walsioff wanted the prince to invite her daughter to dance, but Prince Edmund refused, and Woolfheard tried to persuade the prince to agree to the countess's offer, and the prince started a fire and even kicked the countess's daughter......

"Tonight I will give Lord Volsiov a jewel, and say that it is a gift from the queen to his daughter." Edgar commanded the attendant.

Edgar felt the need to talk to his wife, Edmund's temperament seemed to be a bit tyrannical and withdrawn, which was not a good sign, and the nobles present could easily think of Ætheled, the "Unprepared King", who was often thought of as a weak lord, and the nobles naturally knew how the curse of Wessex had lost the loyalty of the lord, impatience and irritability were great troubles for the monarch, and it was this personality that led to the temporary rebellion of Woolfnoth, the father of Earl Godwin, who destroyed the king's fleet against the Danes.

Woolfchild was brought before the king, and when she looked like she had done something wrong, Edgar smiled and comforted her before he said to Count Otto, "Have you ever had a headache for your children?" ”

"Of course, my son was a fat boy, and when he was twenty years old, Henry was invading Saxony, and I threw his spear and shield in front of him and told him to go with me to fight in Homburg, and guess what he said to me, he said that killing people would affect his appetite!" At this the earl burst out laughing, "I tied him up and smoked him, and he howled like a boar all morning, and at last I tied him to his horse, and showed him to see Henry's army. ”

"I heard that Henry won that battle?"

"That's right, when I fled with that fat boy to the other side of the Unstuit, his saddle was covered with feces and urine." The old Earl of Otto was quite angry, and the scene he described made Woolfhilde laugh heartily.