King Marcus the first stood staring out of the tower’s window, a goblet of honeyed mead in his hand. Behind him he could hear his chamberlain going through the documents he had just signed.<br/><br/>“That boy of mine.” He muttered to himself but the chamberlain overheard. “Majesty?”  A smile flittered across his face, of course the chamberlain overheard, came from a lifetime of pressing his ear to keyholes and windows. What else would you expect from a spy but then again not many knew that the effeminate chamberlain was also the King’s head spy.<br/><br/>“Time he added father to his titles, I am not getting any younger and he needs an heir and a spare. A couple of daughters would be nice too, one can cement an alliance with a marriage.” The chamberlain regarded his King but made no comment.<br/>