Châtelleries

The colonial capital, far to the west upon the Rook’s Sea — a place the folk of Pontaubert have heard of and never seen. Here sits the Duchess of Langres, the aging viceroy Aliénor, from whom the crown of Eoran’s holdings across the water is governed: a line four centuries deep, and a thorn in the side of every King of Eoran since.

To a villager who knows it at all it is a name attached to distant authority and the tithe — streets imagined and never once walked.