MedievalQuest #10

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>Why were you gone for about a month?
Long story short: Life happened. I had to change jobs, going from a 20-hour workweek to a 40-hour one. It left me incredibly drained at the end of the day, and I struggled to find time for myself. I'm slowly trying to get back into writing again, however. The threads will happen spontaneously for the coming few weeks, so keep an eye on Twitter.

>What happened last thread?
It’s been quite a while, and I’d like to think that everyone caught up. Sadly, due to time restraints, I don’t have time to go back and read what happened last thread and recap it. Therefore, just have a cheeky look at the archive.

To start off, here’s a question:
>What do you want to see happen the most?


>Saturday, 23rd of August, Year of the Lord 1095.

As you woke up, you felt a great sense of purpose overwhelm you. Last night, you had made your plans clear to your advisors. They would be the foundation on which you were to build your empire; your legacy. You had adopted Edward, and married the woman of your dreams. You owned a growing business, and you possessed a small naval force.

You stared up at the ceiling, hands placed under your head. You felt Francesca stir, her long brown locks tickling your chest as she did so. Eventually, you heard a very soft murmur. “Good morning, Domi…” She looked up at you slowly, giving a tired smile. Your fresh bride’s eyes had a devilish look in them; the effects of which you’d soon feel.

It must’ve been about eleven when the two of you go out of bed. You got dressed in your finest clothes, had your breakfast and left the house. Edward was long gone; off to the Father Federico to be taught various languages and skills. You closed the door behind you, before taking Francesca’s hand.

“Where to?” Her soft voice asked.

>The shop.
>The warehouse.
>Boboni estate.
>Go to the market.