I keep hearing excuses like “but your highness the entire crop was destroyed and we’re starving” or “but my lord I’m dying of the plague”. Like ok? That sounds like a you problem. Someone has to do all the work around here and that someone’s not going to be me.
Yeah, all they need is a tiny fire to keep their huts warm, they’ll never understand how hard it is to keep the entire castle warmed up. Your plan sounds pretty good, and may your next child be a son. If she dies, my eldest daughter is still whining that I haven’t arranged her marriage yet, so maybe I might finally get her off my back.
Sounds good. If it’s a boy, we can marry them in about 5 years.
What’s her dowry look like?
Well, I’m not really set on the dowry yet, but I’ve got a few spare farms (serfs included), plenty of cattle, and the rest we can discuss on Wednesday after a good day of war.