Albert1434

And yes that what they call a fish and chips shop.

But then your not English!

Fish and Chip are served with mushy pea however Chris likes Baked beans

Np

Then it wouldnt be an English breakfast!

Try malt vinegar

Wynthorpe steels itself, aye—but no man within those walls pretends the trial ahead will be light. A prince spurned is a perilous foe, for wounded pride oft swings a sharper sword than any forged of iron. The men and boys gather, shoulders squared, yet each knows the cost that waits upon the field. Such battles do not ask—they take, and they take dearly. Across the realm, King John clings to life with the desperation of a man who has spent his years fearing the judgment that now draws near. His body fails him, yet his will claws at the dark, unwilling to yield. And still the question hangs like a pall: who will stand for a child‑king, should the crown fall upon such young brows? Loyalty grows thin when the throne itself trembles. Louis, for his part, counts John’s death as the turning of the key to England’s gates. But death is a fickle ally. Some may flock to him, aye—but others will whisper that the French prince hastened the king’s end, and in such whispers lies the seed of ruin. A crown won by suspicion is a crown that burns the brow. Thus the realm stands upon a knife’s edge. Wynthorpe prepares. The princes scheme. The king fades. And the fate of England waits upon choices not yet made, and courage not yet tested.

Tonight were have for dinner Moroccan-Style Chicken and Couscous with roasted za’atar carrots

You can not have a English breakfast with out them

what no mushy peas?

Something personal!

Thank you for such a vivid and thoughtful review. You’ve captured the very heart of this chapter—the sense of a kingdom holding its breath while storms gather on every horizon. King John’s desperation, Louis’s cold patience in London, and the uneasy quiet across the marshlands all press upon these young men as they try to find their footing in a world tilting toward war. I’m especially glad you felt the weight of Ronan and Tomas’s private moment, and Kaylen’s struggle to forge boys into something resembling a united force. Their trials are only beginning, and the choices they make in the coming days will shape not only their fates, but the fate of England itself. The tension you sensed is exactly what they feel: the dread of what approaches, and the uncertainty of who will strike first. We stand with them now, waiting for the storm to break. More is coming soon

I had a math teacher who like to throw chalk at people!

You got to tip !

We will soon see! 😁

I got the baking bug I am making Lemon Pound Cake with Lemon Cream Cheese Frosting 😃

I am making sea salt Carmel Ice Cream

The system is not notifying me on my chapter.

Man its cold today 25 F/-4 C

Knight and Squire The Storm on Every Horizon Ronan took Tomas aside, guiding him away from the clamor of the yard and into the quiet shadow beneath the old tower. The noise of training faded behind them — the thrum of bowstrings, the barked orders, the restless murmur of boys preparing for war. Here, the air felt still, as though the world itself paused to give them breath. Ronan drew Tomas deeper into the tower’s shadow, where the stone held the day’s warmth and

Aloha All

Can I hide in your trunk....PLEASE!