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«Before I forget, I have a missive from Duke Kyre here with me. It's for you. He sent it together with the reports about the border situation.»
«How is it?»
«The missive? I haven't read it, Duchess. I am not afraid of what an enamoured husband writes to his wife.»
«I meant the border, your majesty.»
«Oh, it's all following the plans. The Duke's plans, whichever they are. I do trust your husband enough to let him handle the situation how he sees fit. Even if it means allowing the barbarians to settle in Kyre.»
«For real?» I inquire, raising my brows. «My husband proposed something like that? Then, the situation must be difficult...»
«It's not my problem. Duke Kyre will have to deal with the tribes once they cross the border. They won't reach the capital. Hence, it's not something that worries an Emperor's mind.»
«I understand, your majesty.»
