The one Angevin king I've not written about

November 13th was an interesting day in medieval history. On this date in 1143, King Fulk of Jerusalem died in a hunting accident, that was gruesomely detailed by William, Archbishop of Tyre (and a character in Outremer), probably the best historian of the MA:
“It happens in those days, when autumn was over, that the king and queen were sojourning for a time in the city of Acre. In order to vary the monotony by some agreeable recreation, the queen expressed a desire to go out of the city to a certain place in the suburbs where there were many springs. That she might not lack the pleasure of his company, the king attended her with his usual escort. As they were riding along, the servants who had preceded the train happened to rouse a hare which was lying in a furrow. It fled, followed by the shouts of all. The king, impelled by evil fate, seized his lance and joined the pursuit. In vigorous chase, he began to urge on his horse in that direction. Finally the steed, driven to reckless speed, stumbled and fell. The king was thrown headforemost to the ground. As he lay there, stunned by the pain of the fall, the saddle struck his head and his brains gushed forth from both ears and nostrils. The members of his escort, overcome with horror at the frightful accident, rushed to his aid as he lay upon the ground. They found him unconscious, however, unable to speak or understand.”
William then describes the queen’s grief: “She tore her garments and hair and by her loud shrieks and lamentations, gave proof of her intense grief. Flinging herself upon the ground, she embraced the lifeless body.”
Fulk was taken back to Acre, where William says he lived for three days, never regaining consciousness. Fulk was, of course, a former Count of Anjou before his marriage to Queen Melisende gave him the crown of Jerusalem. He was the father of Geoffrey and the grandfather of Henry, and his children and grandchildren were therefore related to the English royal House. Sharan Newman has written a compelling biography about Fulk’s strong-willed, capable queen, Melisende, Defending the City of God.
Also on November 10th, this time in 1160, Louis VII of France wed his third wife, the fifteen year old Adele of Blois, barely a month after his second wife, Constance of Castile, died giving birth to a daughter, the unlucky Alys. Henry was not pleased by this attempt to bind the powerful lords of Blois to the French crown, and countered the move by marrying his five year old son, Hal, to Louis’s infant daughter Marguerite, despite having promised Louis that the children would not be wed for years. Henry believed that diplomatic promises were more like suggestions than actual commitments, to paraphrase the Pirate’s Code in one of the Jack Sparrow films.
Finally, in 1312, the future Edward III was born. I’ve never been interested in writing about Edward, and apparently a lot of writers shared my indifference, for I can’t recall many novels featuring him. Any one remember any?