"I can't say you look very anxious, seeing as you're in the mood to host a banquet."
Eric crossed his arms and sighed.
Ever since he entered this castle, he'd had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, Robert was an unreliable fellow.
"Alright, stop making fun of me. Just help me think of something. I've been going mad these past few days. Those men are just freeloading off me, and I don't have the money to let this drag on."
"You haven't considered levying taxes by force?"
"I've checked the ledgers and toured the countryside. The villages are already at their breaking point. If I try to force a tax, I'm afraid the commoners will revolt. And if I make a mess of things like that, the old man's eyes will be on me in no time."
Robert slumped into a nearby chair, clutching his head.
"What about the King of France?"
