An illustrated tale of a Medieval Realm and a young prince, the younger of a brace of brothers. As such were things at the time, rulers being almost always men, the king was exceedingly happy that his queen, whose eyes shone with purity, had borne him two sons, an heir and a spare. Contrary to popular gossip of the day, which suggests that when the king is in his counting house, the queen is in the parlour eating bread and honey, on that particular morning, Queen Gladwin, was, in fact, in the castle kitchens discussing a wedding menu with the chief cook. Servants had been drafted in to help supply vast quantities of fruitful fare for guests who had been invited from other realms far away and from nations across the seas. Although the roads were poor, and not properly maintained, it was hoped that the fair weather would hold, thereby making journeying a little easier. Nobody travelled in winter by choice. Unfortunately, in many ways, times had moved backward, much of the learning, and enterprise of the Roman occupation many years before, had been lost, and the skilful engineering of their road building was no longer evident in many parts of the realm.
Wexford Tales: History and mystery. Dark themes and cunning schemes.