With this display of stupidity, I am convinced more than ever that my firstborn is incapable of rulership. With the Primogeniture Law in the Kingdom of Galacia in effect, he will inherit that small parcel of land in Portugal... if I give him the chance to do so.
A chance too great to take. The thirdborn is also doing badly. Bad news for the Kingdom of Arles, their future king is too honest to a fault.
He will not have the mettle to survive the intrigue. I sent him to his older brother in Andalusia, hoping the Crusader King will bring his brother on a hunting trip. And then we'll see what happens from there.
A slight surprise when I saw the Arabic seal being used in my secondborn's letter.
Andalusia has changed him. Alas, but I cannot back down. He has the Prestige to hold the kingdom together, despite what the cultural differences may be with the vassals of Arles.
A few years later, Prince Oshere returns to my court. He is found wanting. Despite his magnetic charisma, the boy is a craven wastrel and he even questions God. It's time we have a father and son chat at the Royal Garden of York.
...where I fed him a dagger sandwich.
Fool, beaten by a man twice his age. (LOL bugged pop up message. King Mendo won, so ... yeah)
Just as planned now to exercise self-control and not fuck the wife too much.
Oh, for fuck's sake. I'm only 40 years old! One more loose end. The firstborn.
No dagger is needed, a newly conquered Mosque will be his land from now on. He can fuck all the lowborn he wants there. All the loose strings are tied. I can go now.
The King is dead, long live the Sultan.
Deus vult.