1. I order you to hold a free election, but forbid you to elect anyone but Richard my clerk.
    — 

    Writ sent by Henry II to the electors of the Bishopric of Winchester, 1173 (referenced in Hosanna-Tabor Evang. Lutheran Church v. EEOC, 132 S. Ct. 694 (2012).

    note: I’m not exactly sure on the date, but according to Wikipedia, Richard of Ilchester was elected Bishop of Winchester in May of 1173, so that seems to be a good approximation.  It is still humorous, at any rate.

    (via letterstomycountry)

     
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  3. At the banquet following the ceremony, King Henry himself carried the tray that held the roast pig to the table. “Is it not a great honor to have a prince served by a king?” I remarked to Young Henry. Young Henry looked at his father and answered, “It is surely no great honor to have the son of a king served by the son of a count.
    — from A Proud Taste for Scarlet and Miniver by E.L. Konigsburg (via smokeandsong)
     
  4. gimme prompts and save my soul

    In an attempt to unstick my Lion in Winter fusion from its place of “finished at 3/4” and also “badly characterizing the Prospit siblings to an extent that is embarrassing” I decided to start over with some modifications and now I am DYING and have lost ALL MY HOLDS on ALL CHARACTERIZATION and EVERYTHING and also I need a new genealogical chart. So:

    Give me a prompt (song, lyric, historical event, medieval illustration, w/e) and I’ll write a brief Plantagenetstuck drabble about it

    OR

    Ask me a question about the AU and I will answer it. 

    (What is Plantagenetstuck, you ask, because you did not spend your entire childhood reading books about them? Basically it is the answer to the question “what if Mom was Eleanor of Aquitaine?”)

     
  5. Eleanor: I even made poor Louis take me on Crusade. How’s that for blasphemy. I dressed my maids as Amazons and rode bare-breasted halfway to Damascus. Louis had a seizure and I damn near died of windburn… but the troops were dazzled.

    Eleanor: I even made poor Louis take me on Crusade. How’s that for blasphemy. I dressed my maids as Amazons and rode bare-breasted halfway to Damascus. Louis had a seizure and I damn near died of windburn… but the troops were dazzled.