The year was 1066, The Norman Conquest continued a few weeks after the bloody and brutal Battle of Hastings, located at the ridge on the Downs, where it met the end of the Anglo-Saxon Kingdom. The lands Normandy thought he was entitled to, where he was meant to be crowned king of England, were gradually taken over by Normandy and his armies. He believed HE was supposed to inherit the throne and felt deceived by not being granted his destined rule. Now, Normandy was perched on his noble steed, observing the English lords and nobility in Berkhamsted as they surrendered to his forces. He grinned to himself, feeling accomplished and proud.

"Trés bon... Dieu m'a béni..."

Normandy exclaimed to himself softly, a sly and gentle chuckle coming from his lips. The Norman Duke and soon-to-be King of England then took off his crown, brushing back his hair whilst he watched over the village.