Berengar stood within the courtyard of his royal Palace; today was the day he was most excited for and yet dreaded dearly. Why did he dread this moment? Because saying goodbye to your family as your march towards a theatre of war thousands of miles away from your home is never easy.
This goodbye was more brutal than the last, maybe it was because his three wives were months into their pregnancy, and the possibility of him returning in time to witness the birth of his new children was small.
Or perhaps it was because this was the first proxy war he had personally entered. After all, before today, he had only ever fought in conflicts directly related to his lands and the growth of his territory.
