Igon, King of Josun, Duke of the Westmarches, Duke of the Seven Towns, Baron of Katalin, Erramun and Benat, and the High Priest of Kord, the breaker of chains, was hunting. He leaned on his boar spear, which stood a foot higher than he did, the crossbar at shoulder height. "So, have the riders scared up anything yet?"
"No sire. Just birds and rabbits."
"Bah." He lazily jumped up onto his horse. Igon was a lean, tough man in his early middle years. "I don't know about you, my good men, but I hate waiting around for nothing." A few boot-licking barons mounted up to go with him. Internally, he smirked. "I have a mind to inspect the repairs. Hyaa!" And he was off.
The rennovation of the north wall of the Oihana fortress, five miles from the capital, were well under way. Hundreds of men toiled away in the muddy ground, hauling in foundation stones. "...and we'll be able to begin on the east wall before solstice."
"Thank you Eider." Yes, Eider did have things well in hand. Soon, it would be time to invite back those northern scum, just to make sure they weren't thinking about invading again.