The Foreign Reign

Prologue

The servant sped walked towards the throne room, clutching a letter in his hands. He has never been to the throne room and, when looking at the name addressed to on the letter, could not believe who he was handing it to. Usually, the older servants did this; however, the stranger at the gate told him to go directly to the entity.

He turned the corner and halted when he saw two soldiers guarding the throne room. He tentatively walked up to the door; however, when the soldiers saw him approaching, they used their spears to deny him entry.
"I...I have a letter f...for Sir Anglo," he muttered.
"He is currently busy with more important matters," one answered coldly, then he leaned forward, "now leave."
The servant didn't know what to do, so he decided to do what he was told. When he began to go, he heard another voice.
"Let the lad through. What is the harm?"
He turned around to see an entity facing the soldiers, who by now have gone pale. All they did was salute to entity and opened the doors for him. When he turned around, the servant was initially intimidated by his stature, but then he noticed his eyes. Both of his sclerae were inky black, which contrasted with his brilliant electric blue eyes. He has only heard stories of entities with black sclera but to see one overwhelmed him. The servant kept on staring at his eyes, making the entity get slightly uncomfortable, so he finally spoke to the servant. "Do you have somewhere to be?" The servant finally shook out of his trance and hurried through the doorway, with the entity following behind him.

When he entered the room, he was amazed by the size and grandeur of it. Tapestries hung from the walls as high windows filled the room with the cool winter light. At one end of the room, a crackling fire warmed the room and the people in it, and on the other side a throne, a high back chair made of dark oak finished with a red velvet cushion, stood on a platform. As the servant stood there, a person from a table situated in the centre of the room turned around to look at the bewildered servant. However, the person didn't help with the servant's constant awestruck state as he was also an entity.
With golden wings.
"What is your business?" asked the entity.
The servant's mouth was ajar, unable to answer, so the first entity answered.
"He said that he had a letter for you, Sir Anglo."
"Is that so, Sir Saxon?"
The entity, called Anglo, walked up to the servant and asked for the letter, which the servant did. He saw that this entity did not have the same eyes as the other entity, called Saxon, who is standing afar off. His eyes were the same colour as his wings and his sclerae were white. The servant stood there, towered by Anglo, as the entity skimmed through the letter. Anglo eventually let out a sigh and requested the rest of the earls around the table to leave the room so he can talk privately with the king and Saxon. The servant began to leave but he was told to stay too.

When the doors closed, Anglo announced the news.
"Normandy has a claim to the nation."
"How?" questioned Saxon, visibly annoyed, "the Kingdom of Norway already has a claim, which is one too many."
"Maybe," enquired the king, "he could be referring to the treaty Æthelred made with the Normans, if I'm not mistaken."
"Yes he did," answered Anglo, "and since Æthelred married Emma of Normandy in the Spring of 1002, Normandy's human leader could potentially have English royal blood, hence the claim."
"Well, can you make it invalid? Did he not happily help the Danish raid the coast by providing his ports?"
"No and yes. However, the past is the past, and a claim is a claim."
"Anglo, too many claims would cause problems in the future, especially when Normandy is involved."
"Do you have anything against Normandy, Saxon?"
When Anglo saw that Saxon could not answer his question, he faced the king. "Do you accept this as a valid claim?
"Yes, I do."
"Then it is decided," Anglo faced the servant, who by then was trying to keep up with the discussion, "tell the scribe to write a formal letter from the king to Normandy that he validated his claim to the country, only while he has a human as evidence for his claim."
The servant nodded, bowed to the three and walked towards the door. His only thought, as he passed the annoyed soldiers at the door, was how confusing the world of entities were.

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Historical Aspects:
William the Conqueror, using the fact that he is Emma's great-nephew, asserted his right to the crown of England due to her marriage in 1066.

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