((Private Mordaunt))
The long road journey to the occupied capital of Scotland had been an uncomfortable one, the roads hadn't been improved since the Romans had arrived over a thousand years ago, the journey encompassed lots of travelling over mountains, something that was hard to sleep through.
However Mordaunt was sure that the mission would be worth it, give the Peace treaty to the King which he would sign, he could then sleep in a real bed.
The palace that Mordaunt arrived to was lacklustre, not as damaged as the Norwegian one, but not as grand as the one in London. Flanked by his guard he approached the door and knocked twice, it swung open.
He was answered by a lowly servant, "The King and Queen are dead" he said timidly.
"Dead? This is a ploy by you treacherous scots! Take me to them"
"it's not a pretty sight my lord" the boy answered back
"I'm no coward like you, you insolent wretch, now take me to them." The Count said before being led into a bedroom.
As he opened the bedroom door he saw the bodies of the King and Queen of Scotland, having slit their own throats.The count practically cried internally, 'what a waste of my time' he thought. To make sure this wasn't an especially devious plot, he prodded the bodies a few times with his sword, after not moving with half of his arm cut off, Alexander deemed the King to be dead.
With that he handed the terms over to the regent of Scotland, who had no qualms about signing it after Mordaunt lied saying he would keep his position as Baron after they were annexed.
And with that done, he simply walked out. Mordant was getting tired of having to go to far flung places so that somebody could sign peace terms that they were in no place to deny, it was just a waste of everybody's time.
However it was granting him favour with the Queen. So maybe it wasn't too bad.
The long road journey to the occupied capital of Scotland had been an uncomfortable one, the roads hadn't been improved since the Romans had arrived over a thousand years ago, the journey encompassed lots of travelling over mountains, something that was hard to sleep through.
However Mordaunt was sure that the mission would be worth it, give the Peace treaty to the King which he would sign, he could then sleep in a real bed.
The palace that Mordaunt arrived to was lacklustre, not as damaged as the Norwegian one, but not as grand as the one in London. Flanked by his guard he approached the door and knocked twice, it swung open.
He was answered by a lowly servant, "The King and Queen are dead" he said timidly.
"Dead? This is a ploy by you treacherous scots! Take me to them"
"it's not a pretty sight my lord" the boy answered back
"I'm no coward like you, you insolent wretch, now take me to them." The Count said before being led into a bedroom.
As he opened the bedroom door he saw the bodies of the King and Queen of Scotland, having slit their own throats.The count practically cried internally, 'what a waste of my time' he thought. To make sure this wasn't an especially devious plot, he prodded the bodies a few times with his sword, after not moving with half of his arm cut off, Alexander deemed the King to be dead.
With that he handed the terms over to the regent of Scotland, who had no qualms about signing it after Mordaunt lied saying he would keep his position as Baron after they were annexed.
And with that done, he simply walked out. Mordant was getting tired of having to go to far flung places so that somebody could sign peace terms that they were in no place to deny, it was just a waste of everybody's time.
However it was granting him favour with the Queen. So maybe it wasn't too bad.
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