"It's just good politics, brother. Assuming Ranulf stays loyal, we will share lordship of all the North with Puiset. That makes for as fine, and more remote, a base as Brittany, if just a touch the poorer. You'll need a seneschal for Crehen, you know. Have you given thought to who might fill that ro...

"That does indeed seem to be cause for celebration. Two such energetic spirits aren't likely to lack things to accomplish in Northumberland. Not pinched between Scotland and Durham as you will be."

"Ranulf's happy, so I am somewhat less aggravated than I might otherwise be. It's nice when he feels like he is respected by men." She pauses. "Or rather, it's nice when I feel like he is respected by men." She places her hands on the table. "So, Nichole d'Aubigny and her brother. Any special reason...

Constance's arrival was swift, she smiled easily enough and greeted Geoff with a soft punch to the shoulder. "So...how are things?" she asked, settling into her seat.

On the dais, sitting beside Eleanor and looking somewhat uncomfortable, is Duchess Constance. Little Arthur sits on her knee. The Fair Maid of Brittany seems not to be present at the moment.

"One must be willing to give up much for Jerusalem." She turns her head. "I suppose I can support this plan. It simply is a question of how much money we think is wise to put forth."

Taking the favor offered by his sister, he nods to the servant. He had not discussed the tournament with any but her, so he would simply have to clarify later. Family was everything to him and he had given her his word. The scarf is put on with some doing in his armor, and he bows his head to his s...

To Geoffrey, he gives a fresh-picked genista. *ALERT* Entering the stands, Constance of Brittany has the perfect view of some slattern giving her brother a favor. "Who's giving my brother a fucking favor?" , she asks her attendant. "What the actual fuck? Go down there and fix this." The breton girl...

Constance hesitates at that. "I am afraid you may be giving our cousin too much credit. I don't think he gives a fig who ends up with it." She frowns. "I mean, who sells a title?"

"Especially if the Scots are to be independent in name as well as in deed, the North is certainly the safer of the borders. After the Crusade...well, I shudder to think of the blood that will flow in the Vexin and Anjou." She bites her lip. "Yes, I can see the wisdom in it. And of course, Arthur wil...

Constance sits down heavily in her seat.

"That's...a big step, little brother. Marriage and an Earldom so quickly? And what happens if you get the marriage but not the Earldom?"

"Eleanor's doing well enough, though Oxford floated the idea of a betrothal to his second son." She shudders. "Ranulf thought the offer impertinent, so I don't think it's going to develop into anything. From what little I see of Arthur, I think he is safe. Eleanor does watch him like a hawk. She isn...

Constance's maidservant answers the door and smiles widely as she ushers you into the room. Constance stands and moves forward to embrace you warmly.

"I hear you've made a bit of a name for yourself, brother! You are being careful, yes?"

Constance looks down at her son, grinning amidst the ruins. "That sounds...like a relief. Thank you, brother."

She hesitates a moment before nodding her agreement. "Alright. But I warned you, Geoffrey."

Arthur chooses that moment to chuck a block at his little tower, causing it all to crash down, then laughs.

Constance tries not to wince at the use of her husband's name, but she nods. "I see no harm in that, dearest brother. In fact, I think it good that you should wield a lance in my name." She looked down at Arthur. "But the battles you may need to pick might be...challenging. I struggle for time with ...

Walking in, he approaches to a proper distance for one's lord and offers a bow to Constance. "Sister, I am glad to see you well." He then steps much closer to offer a supportive hug for her. Constance returns the hug, and in it you get a sense of the tension in her body. Pulling a way after a short...

After having been directed to the second floor of the palace and passing the king's guards, Geoffrey finds himself at the south end of a hallway that bisects the floor. At one end, the Royal Apartments. At the other, this end, the apartments of the Earl of Chester and Richmond and the Duchess of Bri...

The first of four women of note sits in the very front row. Her dark hair is cut short and is hidden beneath the expensive silk headcovering she is wearing, surmounted by a circlet that she quickly doffs and stores beneath her seat. Rather than bowing her head in prayer in preparation for the ceremo...

Dear Child, your wife, the Duchess of Brittany, sends a reply. If you'd exercise your mind for just a moment, you'd see that Eleanor hardly needs information from me to know that you are scotching the marriage. Why do you think Henry picked a boy of your age? The entire point was to put pressure on ...