Weeks had passed since the siege of Nottingham had begun, and the army of the West Saxons had already breached the city's gates.
They were close to accomplishing what Ealdorman Aethelred had failed to achieve during his life, and that was to capture the capital of Mercia and overthrow the remaining Guildmasters.
King Aethelwulf smiled from afar as his battering ram smashed into the gates of the Mining Guildhall.
Soon enough, he would be the reigning authority in the Midlands and unite the Saxon kingdoms; he would no longer be a mere King of Wessex but the Bretwalda!
At least that was his ambition in life, and he was close to seeing it to fruition.
As the battering ram battered open the sturdy oak gates, the remaining "Security Contractors" did their best to persist, but eventually, the gate fell.
With it, an army of West Saxons charged into the Guildhall seeking to claim it for themselves and round up the Guildmasters so that they could be properly "renegotiated" with.
