Of course, forging them into a single, cohesive group would certainly require a number of stratagems...
Robson glanced around. Among the nobles present, himself included, how many would still be smiling a year from now? For newly enfeoffed nobles, especially those on the border, it was commonplace for their borders to shift within the first year.
Few people were considering this problem right now. Or perhaps, everyone was still immersed in the joy of their impending ennoblement.
"Viscount Robson is here..."
"I heard Viscount Jeffrey has privately acknowledged Viscount Robson as his sworn brother. I wonder if it's true."
"Sworn brother? Have you seen who's beside the Viscount? That's Count Valentino, Marquis Oscillate's own granddaughter..."
"I heard Viscount Robson was the first to choose our current province. As for the future of these four northeastern provinces... it's hard to say."
