"Even so, majesty, there's no one strong enough to take her on at the moment. Most of our men are in Elendor trying to stop a war."
"No, there is one person."
"…"
"And?"
"…"
"…" a treacherous long-winded silence, a prophet of a coming disaster.
"There's only one person," her mouth articulated each syllable with prestige, "-Julius or thy son, Igna Haggard."
"Why my son?" the tide changed, "-how dare you suggest such a thing?"
"Don't get so worked up, this is for the future of the kingdom. Get it done, lady Courtney, I'm still thy queen!"
"Fine," audible discontent came in a tsk, "-I'll figure something out on my end. The Dukedom of Rotherham needs to be equal to the effort we're to put in."
"Don't worry," said she, "-if the task is successful, I'll have most of the land over there transferred to Duke Haggard, no worries," a lighter almost childish stress on the 'ies' brought Courtney to a sulk.
