So I go to war with Saxony, over little Reval. No biggie, and it's going smoothly.
Then I get a knock on the door.
"Hi!" says the postman, slinging his AK47* over his left shoulder.
"Hi..." says my latest incarnation, King of Denmark and Duke over the known world. "What do you have in the mail for me today, mister postmon?".
"I've got these commercials"
"No thanks"
"I've got this letter from one of your vassals"
"Hmm, that must be an invitation to his wedding, let me have it"
"Okay, here you are, sign here please" [scribble, scribble]
"Nice stamp, a bloody arm clutching an AK"
"Yes, it's brand new, well goodbye kingy"
What was in that mail you ask? A letter from an African vassal that claims that the Fatimids had declared them war. "That cannot be" my latest incarnation thinking out loud (yes, he can think), "the Fatimids are the Egyptian kingdom, they are friggin huge". But, alas, it was so.
*The postal service are the only ones allowed to own/operate/beinvicinityof an automatic rifle. They have even gotten a special permit from GAWD to use anachronistic weapons in CK, as long as they stay out of the real game, for, as GAWD put it, where would we be without the ability for postal workers to go postal?