Sunday, 14 November 2010

September 23rd, 856

The King of Wessex is still here! But even worse: I am to be married to him and have to go with him to Wessex. Papa promised him. Oh, how I wish I were a boy, then I could run off. But I have to do what Papa tells me, otherwise I might never see Louis again!


  1. Oh, dear, she's forced to marry an old man she doesn't like. Poor sweetie. That sort of thing happened a lot, didn't it? Especially if the king found someone he liked the look of. "I need a wife, I'll take that one, bring her to me dressed in blue."
    -- K

    Kay, Alberta, Canada
    An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel

  2. Husband and I were married on 23 September, but a little later than 856.


Any weighty (and not so weighty) comments are welcome!