A declaration from a powerful vassal (Route B)

Today I'm riding out of the city together with Joanna and the rest of my entourage, all dressed in their nicest looking suits of armor, as I was going to meet all of my vassals in the neutrality of an open field, so that they could swear their oath of allegiance to me.

Usually its a pretty large festive ceremony where the king, sitting on horseback, would gently 'knight' his vassals after each one would individually make their pledge to accept me as their liege lord, or lady then in my case. This time is no different, and almost arriving at the spoken spot I already see lots and lots of banners of our country's nobility as well as my own. I also notice that the crowds who came to visit the entire spectacle are growing more and more dense.

We've almost arrived a little bit late, but luckily there is some time to have a bit of rest.

The grandeur of the ceremony itself is pretty mind-boggling, as every time a name gets declared there would be a whole host of trumpets blasting, and then the announced party would come forwards. But alas, some of my vassals seem to not have been able to show up. I guess that's alright, I will be visiting them personally myself soon enough.

"DUKE Gregor Clementine"

The trumpets blaze again, and a large muscular knight wearing a hellishly raven-black plated armor steps forward. I know Duke Gregor already is a little bit older, almost nearing his fifties, but with a lot of campaigning and strenuous effort he has really kept up a lot of his muscles for his age. And I feel a little frightened by the sight. At least I'm glad he will be at our side, but I'll be glad to get this over with.

As he greets me, instead of swearing his pledge, he raises his sword in my direction and you can almost feel the audience start to hold their breath.

"I will never bow to a mere Queen!" Duke Gregor shouts.

As I look around, I notice everyone is pretty shocked at the declaration of this particular vassal, although it was probably bound to happen one way or another. {If Brashness >= 60}'Who does this duke think that he is?' I think to myself, almost fuming with rage.{else}I stare at Joanna, seems like she had not expected this herself either.{endif}

Then Gregor lowers his sword and turns to his page who had already saddled his horse, basically turning his back on me, and gallops off.

Guess I will finally get to start a war!