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Dear Love,


I must admit, Ive lost my senses and temper, yet again. Ive fallen ill with a fever but I'm sure i'll be able to heal myself, as long as it isnt black magic, then I'm dead. My knights have also developed some sort of cough, in which they all have, and Im sad to say I wont make it to England with all six of my finest knights. Miles is still fine, he seems to have a resistence against these illnesses.


I have felt gravely sick the passed few days, the fever is taking a toll on me, and yet my baby I fear could be born dead from my sickness. As I know, I must slow on my trip, as I fear Id give this sickness to you and your fine knights, and that is something I MUST avoid at all times.

My horse cannot go on much longer, shes old and it saddens me to see her go. Ive raised her since she was a baby. She pushing 42 years old, quite old for a horse. I'll keep feeding her these magic spells and healing spells and hope to god she makes it to England.


I must go now, A few of these knights need my care, for Miles is out at this time, hunting.


Love Always,

Queen Rival.

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Dear Love,

It sadness me beyond I can take to know you endure such plague far from me. It's true I'm not a doctor and all I know is to hurt, cause wounds and death, not to heal, still I feel that if you'll be there, I could do something for you to suffer less.

Maybe you think of me that I'm a beast, but even such a beast can have a soul!
Today I push my horse so much that she (it was a superb young mare) give her last breath serving me. Now I have two reasons to be sad.

I wish you and the children all the best! Take care!

Love,
Your King Gregory

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My Love,


Your horse served you quite well. Take her soul with you and know that shes always with you. I'm feeling better now as they night goes on, but I know I will feel miserable as the night passes and day comes. I do hope your army is prosperous in victory and you are safe.

I will be preparing myself for battle ASAP, as Ive already began sharpening my spear. Morningstar has also been getting quite fiesty, as she knows when a battle is comming. I am sending Miles back with this letter, and my next gift.


My next gift is to large to fit into his saddle bags, and is easy to travel with, as youll be needing it. I'm not much of a quiz person so I'll ruin the surprise. I'm giving you a horse of my knights, one of my knight's passed away from sickness today and I cannot let his wonderful horse go to waste. He's a black Friesian, Lusitano mix, imported from Spain. Ive had him outfitted in Englands Coat of Arms in his tack, and an imported Russian charging saddle. Im sure you'll enjoy him, he rides like clouds.


Love,
Queen Rival

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Dear Love,

I must confess to you that your king is poor, so poor that he cannot afford a battle-horse. So, I will lead my men in battle like I did when I was pope, on foot and put my faith in God.
There is no shame to be poor, its a shame to be coward, stabber, liar or weak, but no sir there is no shame to be poor.
I put all I had as personal fortune in this campaign, for the glory of England, because there wasn't enough money in the treasury to buy food and drinks for the armies.

I hope this will not influence your feelings towards me though.

I thank you for your generous gift, but I cannot accept it. I don't want he fall like the other one and you call me a murderer after that. Your feelings are much more important to me. If my men can walk, I can walk too.
But you can repay me by coming yourself, instead of your gift and bring me to the clouds.

Walk safe my love, I will pray for you. I hope you will do the same for me.

Love,
Gregory

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My Love,



I am not ashamed of you, I'm not that way. Poor or rich, my love for you will always be the same. Nomad, my gift, I will take back if its your wish. I have great love for a king whom stays at the same level as his knights. Even though you are poor in silver, you are rich of heart and wisdom, which is all you need to accomplish whatever may come about your way.



My prayers to your god and chants to mine will all be for your well being and luck. Ive overcome my illness, which is music to anyones ears I assume. Ive had quite a few local village visitors come visit me along my journey, all of which seem to be generous, offering amounts of food or water of which they lack in.




I would give you a chant of mine to say aloud, but I'm not sure your god, Jesus, would consider it fair or sin. It is an Indian chant, which I often use and it seems to do me good. You are not weak, nor a liar, coward, or anything of the sort. You are a strong hearty souled man, but the heart of a noble, all of the characteristics you posses are that of a great leader.



And here is my confession, Im more than what meets the eye, Im not your usual Lady. I have a certain gift and certain type of magic that England, Im sure would fine sinful and barbaric, which it is not. I also must say I am not the quite lady I pose to be. I'm rather open minded and coice my own opinion when I feel the need.


I cannot wait to bewith you my love


Love,

Queen Rival<3

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Today Anno Domini 2.6.1024

With a broken heart King Gregory announce the separation form Queen Rival. The reasons are not political, as some people tend to believe and in fact it's only one simple reason: the union was not consumed de facto.

As the things stands, with the lady wandering in a trip around the known word and knowing a circle have no end, at least not one to finish in London castle where the king eagerly look on the window far more often than it should, The Council of the Crown decide the marriage is null and the king cannot wait any longer.

Gregory I is looking for someone who can comfort him: good looking woman (picture required) and possible intelligent, if not asking too much.

The Council of the Crown
*royal seal and signature *