If you were looking for the best place to visit in Norse, the area around Westminster Castle would be impossible to overlook.
"Just right" might have been the perfect way to describe this blessed land. Its pleasant climate brought distinct seasons, sparing people from a monotonous landscape all year round while keeping temperatures comfortable for most of the year.
The broad, gentle middle reaches of the Tem River flowed like the softest, smoothest stretch of a silk ribbon between woodlands and meadows, adorned with jewels the people of Norse had spent centuries perfecting.
Westminster Castle was one of the brightest jewels of them all, and even threatened to outshine Dunling, the seat of the throne.
At the mention of its name, most people would probably think of the twin towers and sloping walls on the gold coins, and regard it as an architectural masterpiece representing the kingdom's military might.
That wasn't entirely wrong, of course. But the name "Westminster" had been generously extended to the city that had grown around the century-long construction project, as well as the surrounding area within several days' carriage ride. It had become synonymous with an entire region.
In short, just about anywhere governed from Westminster Castle could be called the Westminster region.
In fact, after several stops, the ship had nearly reached the outskirts of the region. The somewhat primitive-looking but delicious fruits brought aboard at each landing had given the outsiders their first taste of the area's abundant natural bounty. Blueberries and a summer berry probably related to raspberries were especially popular.
In this season, as the weather gradually warmed, the pleasantly hot sunshine, the river breeze and moisture on the deck, and the lush greenery along both banks made for the perfect summer combination. Add a lounge chair and a platter of