Queen Wulfgifu the Holy
1 May 868 It's about time I turn this journal into something more formal. What my mother and grandmother were thinking, I don't know. I ascended to the throne at fifty-seven years of age, on Christmas last - the same day, apparently, that the Abbasid Caliph died in battle... in Bjarmia. the Vikings have begun to move to the mainland in force, and France has stretched into Middle Europe. My mother manager to foment rebellion in Hispania, but after ten years, the only region not recaptured is Granada and it's surrounds, which my grand-daughter ostensibly rules. So many large powers surrounding me. Even just to the North Pictland is becoming even stronger. I fear war will occur before my reign is done. Even my daughter worries. So much so that she left the monastery to assist me. She is my Spymaster, and a fine one too. I just hope I'll have something left to give her when I'm gone.
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