"I should probably appoint a new adviser... You, thrall, come here.
Yes, your Lordship, my Lord, sir?
Your my new adviser.
Oh, no no no no no I couldn't, your Highness, my Eminence, oh thee of Royal Blood.
You will become my adviser or I'll have you killed!
But is there a difference, my Royal Grace your Majesty, sir?
...I like your guts. I'll have you come with me to Britannia. We will continue the invasion.
Milord, you'll set foot in Britannia? Do you not fear for your life, sir? As your adviser, I suggest you continue to cower away from all the fighting, or someone might take thee for a strong and capable leader, your Imperial Highness.
Yes, you're definitely going to Britannia. Actually, I'll have you carry me on your back. We'll set out on foot and embark on the nearest ship! Onwards!"
-A conversation between King Tiag of Varela and some random slave from his court, who didn't end up dying anytime soon.
I think the Saxons just don't care anymore. Ship production has stopped, and Anglo-Saxon coffers are empty. The rest of the Danish land is rich and prospering though. They might become a country of traders. Maybe they'll emigrate to the Netherlands.