Braveheart1995

Longshanks:
Nobles. Nobles are the key to the door of Scotland. Grant our nobles lands in the north. Give their nobles estates here in England, and make them too greedy to oppose us.

Advisor:
But sire, our nobles will be reluctant to uproot. New lands mean new taxes and they are already taxed for the war in France.

Longshanks:
Are they? Are they? The trouble with Scotland... is that it's full of Scots! [everyone laughs] Perhaps the time has come to reinstitute an old custom. Grant them prima noctes. First night, when any common girl inhabiting their lands is married, our nobles shall have sexual rights to her on the night of her wedding. If we can't get them out, we breed them out. That should fetch just the kind of lords we want to Scotland, taxes or no taxes.

Advisor:
A most excellent idea, sire.

Longshanks:
Is it?