25th August 1574
"One of the men in the visiting group is an Ostros spy. While I'm not sure which one if you manage to find him out, feel free to use that information for your own benefit."
Putting the letter aside, I looked helplessly at Elia. With her hand slowly caressing her belly, I could tell that she was already starting to slightly curve her previously impeccable stomach, indicating that our child was properly growing within her body.
"You knew that and you still thought that it would be a good idea to give them a tour through your lands? What did you think would happen, the spy would be amazed by our stuff and attempts to convince Ostros to just willingly surrender?"
Shaking her head in a notion of disbelief, Elia looked at me as if I was some kind of idiot. At least, there was no anger in her voice, indicating that she still believed that no matter what, I would somehow still be able to turn the entire situation around.
