The Queen's Solar, Winchester (Capital of Wessex)
Princess Judith was currently within her private chambers reading a market report from the North.
Despite the fact that Ragnar was currently liquidating the Kingdom of Mercia, he made sure to send "status updates" to his former business partners.
The young Princess smoothed the fabric of her dress. It was deep purple, made from the finest Jernheim Velvet.
While the rest of the Saxon court wore scratchy wool and prayed for deliverance from the "Northmen Devils," Judith understood that the devil didn't wear horns; he wore a tailored grey sash and carried a slide rule.
The news she was reading was terrifying to the average mind, but excellent for her portfolio. The Thanes of the Midlands had surrendered to the Directorate. Ragnar hadn't just conquered them; he had employed them.
Ever since her stepson, Prince Aethelwold, had made a fool out of himself by trying to embargo the North Judith had consolidated her power.
