Honoria stood aboard the bow of her vessel as she gazed upon the coast of Trieste. It had been a relatively brief journey of roughly two weeks; during this time, she had made her way back home without incident. The only downside to this was that her husband, the King of Austria, had stayed behind in the new world.
This caused her to be deeply concerned for his safety; after all, what kind of wife would she be if she did not worry about her husband who was isolated, and alone, separated by thousands of miles of sea? She did not trust the natives of Vinland. In her esteemed eyes, they were nothing more than backwards savages, and there was no way she could trust such uncivilized fiends.
