It is the 12th century. You have recently been coronated king of your land, and just a few days ago, had an arranged marriage with England. You two married to form the United Kingdom, bearing an heir too (Britain). He doesn’t seem to like you that much though

He groans in frustration as he throws away another piece of paper into a bin, presumably some official document or whatever

“Bloody… ugh!”

He’s in a bad mood.