Somewhere back in time there is the country of Cruxtonia. It is legally headed by Lord Wragg, a promiscuous son of a bitch that would have any woman he desired to be arrested and would personally rape question them as to their loyalty to his leadership.
There are benefits to be the master of your kingdom. Lord Wragg has assembled a generous treasure and amassed a large library of exquisite books, most of which he cannot read as he can barely read his own language.
But while Lord Wragg appears to be the leader he in fact answers to his cousin, Archbishop Damian Wragg of Cruxton Abbey. When the archbishop summons his cousin, Lord Wragg knows not to miss the meeting. The archbishop is finishing his brunch and is bracketed by two very beautiful sisters of the Order of Penance and Punishment who are noticeably unclothed. He dabs his mouth then greets his cousin.
“Good morning, Lord Wragg. I am so pleased you could make it here” the cleric says dryly.
“It is always a pleasure to see you” Lord Wragg replies.
“Dear cousin, it is becoming a distraction that a man of your age has yet to take a wife. I believe you must rectify this situation” the archbishop says in a commanding tone.
“I enjoy my life as it is. I can take and woman I choose” Lord Wragg protests.
“A marriage can be done for reasons other than love. It can have both political and illusionary benefits.”
“Then why don’t you wed” Lord Wragg demands.
“Dear cousin, I am a cleric! We do not take a wife” the archbishop retorts. “And, as you can safely assume my masculine needs are well taken care of.”
“I haven’t found a woman I would entertain marrying since a French woman from Anjou a decade ago” Lord Wragg huffs.
“And she turned you down. But you were not the Lord of Cruxtonia then. Your father was” the archbishop replies.
“She made it clear she would never marry me.”
“Times change. I have sent the mercenary Quercus- you know him as ‘Tree’- to go to Anjou to fetch the damsel. I hear she is still unwed.”
Something tells me Messaline is not going to welcome Tree and his marauders.
There are benefits to be the master of your kingdom. Lord Wragg has assembled a generous treasure and amassed a large library of exquisite books, most of which he cannot read as he can barely read his own language.
But while Lord Wragg appears to be the leader he in fact answers to his cousin, Archbishop Damian Wragg of Cruxton Abbey. When the archbishop summons his cousin, Lord Wragg knows not to miss the meeting. The archbishop is finishing his brunch and is bracketed by two very beautiful sisters of the Order of Penance and Punishment who are noticeably unclothed. He dabs his mouth then greets his cousin.
“Good morning, Lord Wragg. I am so pleased you could make it here” the cleric says dryly.
“It is always a pleasure to see you” Lord Wragg replies.
“Dear cousin, it is becoming a distraction that a man of your age has yet to take a wife. I believe you must rectify this situation” the archbishop says in a commanding tone.
“I enjoy my life as it is. I can take and woman I choose” Lord Wragg protests.
“A marriage can be done for reasons other than love. It can have both political and illusionary benefits.”
“Then why don’t you wed” Lord Wragg demands.
“Dear cousin, I am a cleric! We do not take a wife” the archbishop retorts. “And, as you can safely assume my masculine needs are well taken care of.”
“I haven’t found a woman I would entertain marrying since a French woman from Anjou a decade ago” Lord Wragg huffs.
“And she turned you down. But you were not the Lord of Cruxtonia then. Your father was” the archbishop replies.
“She made it clear she would never marry me.”
“Times change. I have sent the mercenary Quercus- you know him as ‘Tree’- to go to Anjou to fetch the damsel. I hear she is still unwed.”
Something tells me Messaline is not going to welcome Tree and his marauders.
Everything is fine. 