Alfred was still recovering from the big battle. They’d buried Bishop Heahmund, but he had so much on his mind. So much had changed in his life, in the last bit. He was King. He had a wife now. There were perks there, that he was getting more used to. He was less awkward about those, now. He’d cut his hair, and he’d found his courage, like Ubbe had told him, that he needed to. The battle had gone well, but the young King carried a weight on his shoulders. He had tried to sleep, had his wife stay in his chambers, but he had been unable to sleep for long. The next morning, it wasn’t long after breakfast time, that he had called for Ubbe to be sent to his chambers. He still had his Mother’s words in his mind, that his brother was behind the conspiracy, his own brother.
He ran his hands through the hair, he had left, with a deep sigh. He was going to sign East Anglia over to Ubbe later, today. When he heard the door, he nodded him in and had gotten better at remembering to speak first. “Oh good, it’s you. Sit. Have some wine. I wanted to ask you something..it’s personal.”
