Letters to Rautu: SoapLetters to Rautu: Soap The commander was charged with finding a suitable present for the birthday of Count Ross on King Alasdair's behalf. As the king had little idea of what the count could need or want that he did not already possess, he left the matter of the gift to the commander for he only trusted his advisors to find something fitting of nobility and Alasdair wanted the gift to be fitting in character. The woman overall believed the count to be the squalid sort, unclean only in his filthiness of manner and the slicked state of his thinning hair. She therefore ruled that soap was to be the perfect gift and when next on patrol she wo
Bou and Rau: The ComposerBou and Rau: The Composer The anniversary of the death of King Dorrin, Alasdair's kindly and senile grandfather, had come around once again in the calendar year. Though it was not generally thought of as a somber day, Dorrin was Frewyn's most celebrated king for under his long rule of sixty-eight years there had been nary a territorial dispute or an invasion by unwanted neighboring provinces. Frewyn maintained a long and exquisite peace that was only ruined by his death and bringing with it the beginning of the Galleisian War. To honour his astounding achievements in diplomacy and perfection of rule, a concert of Frewyn music was to be give
Bou and Rau short: HarvestRau and Bou: The Harvest The autumn harvest was an event in which every denizen of Frewyn was delighted to take part. With the turning of the leaves from their golden hues to various shades of auburns and sienna, the whole of Frewyn invited to assist the surrounding farmlands in the final harvest of the season to commemorate the end of the agricultural year. It was on this day that many of the citizens of Diras gleefully left their workplaces and homes to attend the final cultivation of fruits and vegetables of the land. As the nobles could not be bothered to tread in the pleasurably tilled earth, it was the duty of the king to bless the bo
Bou and Rau: Late King AllandeRau and Bou: King Allande The commander and the Duchess remained within the warmth of the royal guest's parlour speaking on many things until the early hours of the morning. They cordially sipped their many cups of tea and laughed their many giggles enough to awaken the whole of the keep. They nibbled on small and exquisite cakes and they snickered over their conversation, until they came to the topic of the foolishness of royal succession. As in Marridon the throne was determined by which of the useless nobles was most capable in waving a hand and signing trade agreements, the Duchess' interest in the subject grew when she wondered how Fre
Bou and Rau short: The DukeRau and Bou: The Duke The Duchess of Marridon was returned to her quarters late in the evening after a full day of Frewyn's fine pastimes and exceptional conventions. She prepared herself for a short sleep as she was to begin the return journey to the Triumvirate in the morning but when her attendants left her to dress for the short slumber, the Duchess found it difficult to persuade herself to sleep for the general animation of the day. She felt it had been more stimulation than he had been afforded in the past month and would be sorry to leave it. She donned her laced sleeping gown and sat at the vanity in the parlour brushing out the cur