Magnus, full of limitless energy, was giggling loudly as he chased Queen Ermentrude's two young sons, Charles the Younger and Carloman, around the edge of the table.
"You look like you haven't slept in three days, Louis," Gyda smiled, bouncing baby Floki on her lap.
"Three days?" Louis groaned, "Gyda... I haven't slept in a week. Ragnar's projects are completely going to be the death of me."
"He just has a lot of faith in your skills," Princess Gisela smiled politely, taking a sip of sweet milk.
Before Louis could complain any further, the doors of the Great Hall were pushed open.
Stepping into the room was a new face to the Frankish royal family. He was a tall, incredibly thin Saxon man wearing thick spectacles and a long brown wool coat that was entirely covered in chalk dust.
He was holding a stack of thick parchment papers, struggling to balance them in his arms.
