Library at night

Late at night,in his apartments , Karl Frederick flicks through some dust laden tomes from centuries ago. He muses upon the great military deeds of his ancestors and wonders what he will be remembered for.

He thinks of Alisona , of his estranged brother Max and of the hopes of an understanding with Gallia.

He gazes intently at the parchment and observes the details of martial endeavour and purpose. Suddenly exhausted he closes the folio with a thud, extinguishes the candles and heads for the arms of Morpheus.

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Fraternal Thanks

Karl Frederick

Harvest

It is the Harvest Season . The country basks under a Golden Sun.

A letter to Gallia

Late in the evening, after some observations of the heavenly spheres, Karl Frederick calls his secretary and dictates as follows -

Gentlemen Greetings

I send you fraternal good wishes and trust that this letter finds you in good health. In the past and by various agencies our countries have been in communication. Through circumstances and my agents we have reached no resolution in days past. I wish for this to cease. I wish to open direct and full communications with you personally. I am sending my seal with this letter as a mark of good faith. May this mark a good fortune for both ourselves and all that is true.

Karl Frederick

Duke of Tradgardland

The Duke instructs this to be write, brought to him for the Ducal seal and then directly taken to Gallia by swift boat of passage directly this very night.

Alisona?

Concern grows in the palace over the absence of Alisona. Eventually a scribbled note is found from her to the Duke. He reads it and throws it upon the fire saying nothing. Calling upon his secretary he asks that he inform the Palace that her name is not to be mentioned again. The Duchess , distraught, leaves the room in haste to her own apartments.

Ny Tradgardland

Another busy day in Ny Tradgardland ( as it should be properly called ) as fishing boats are launched into the Atlantic surf. The men are tired after militia training yesterday yet rejoice in the sea and its harvest. On Sunday a priest from Louisberg will say Mass and will be accompanied by an officer seeking a word with the Ny Tradgardland Governor afterwards.

Full Moon over the Duchy

The roads of the Duchy are filled with soldiers on the monthly change-over. Some are returning to the land - their produce ripe and waiting in the Sommer air. Some, heading in the opposite direction , from agriculture to armed service. The night is filled with songs and greetings as the men pass each other upon the roads.

Less conspicuous are a couple making their way down to the docks. Alisona and her beau have finally begun their new life together. The boat waits and New Tradgardland is but a voyage away. She has left a brief note for her father the Duke- he will get it come morning..........