This is my first AAR and first piece of "writing" for that matter, so I don't expect much. I may edit this, but another chapter will be added (hopefully tomorrow) with some interesting happenings, depending on what happens in the game.
Criticism (constructive please?) and comments are welcome.
Prelude: Save the Date
Henri de Namur, second of his name and Duke of Luxembourg
A candle lit the desk where Henri was scratching words on a piece of parchment in his study when he heard a knock on the door.
"Come," he called. His chancellor, Heinrich of Arlon shuffled in and closed the door behind him. Heinrich was a thin, lithe man of middling age and had a thin brown mustache. He had been Henri's chancellor since he was granted the Duchy by the Kaiser four years past.
"My lord, Duke Matthias has given consent for you to wed his sister Berthe," he said eagerly. Henri had been far too long without a wife, him being eight-and-twenty. He was a very shy man, primarily due to the fact that when he was a child, his aunt had mocked his weight during a feast. He had run to his room whimpering like the boy of six that he was.
Something about Berthe completely changed Henri. He strove to be a better man from the moment he laid eyes upon her. She had quite a way with words, no doubt she convinced her brother to consent without trouble.
She was plain of face and did not stand out in a crowd, but she carried herself with great pride and dignity, which was something that counterbalanced Henri's shyness and made them an ideal couple.
"Excellent," replied the Duke. "Begin making preparations for the wedding, for it will be one that not a soul in this land has ever seen.
"Yes, my lord. Your sister Adelaide awaits entry outside. It seems she intercepted the messenger 'ere he reached me. Shall I send her in?"
"Please do, Heinrich," he responded.
Adelaide and Henri had been as close as siblings can be from the day Henri was born, not a full moon after her. They were near inseparable and did everything together. She was a comely lady, brown of hair and blue of eyes. Having been married near a decade, she fancied herself an expert on all marital things.
Moments later she burst through the door with a smile as bright as day.
"Henri, I am so happy for you!" she exclaimed. "I was beginning to think you'd given up on marriage altogether, brother."
"You know me better than that," he said dryly.
"Do I?" she chuckled. "Heinrich told me you plan on spending lavishly for this delightful occasion."
"He spoke the truth, though I was hoping you would take it upon yourself to plan the wedding, as you know I'm no good with things like this."
"Of course! I shall gather my ladies and begin preparation immediately!" she said, sweeping out the door, almost too giddy to speak.
Adelaide had not disappointed Henri in her preparations. The hall was decorated with streamers of all colors. The banners of houses Chatenois and de Namur flanked the dais at the end of the hall. The tables were laden with extravagant wares of silver placed atop of an orange cloth of trimmed gold.
Berthe had been itching for the wedding to end and eager for the bedding. Throughout the ceremony she stared lustfully into Henri's eyes. When the time came in the bedchamber, Henri had begun to unbutton his vibrant blue coat when his new wife tapped him on the shoulder and pounced on him immediately upon his turning around.
"Mon Chéri!" he said after they hit the bed. The serving girls giggled to themselves outside the door, wondering what it was like, as most of them were maidens.
Thus began the legend of Duke de Namur.