I keep hearing excuses like “but your highness the entire crop was destroyed and we’re starving” or “but my lord I’m dying of the plague”. Like ok? That sounds like a you problem. Someone has to do all the work around here and that someone’s not going to be me.
Sounds good. If it’s a boy, we can marry them in about 5 years.
What’s her dowry look like?
Well, I’m not really set on the dowry yet, but I’ve got a few spare farms (serfs included), plenty of cattle, and the rest we can discuss on Wednesday after a good day of war.