'..... we simply won one war with the Heeat family. We have not destroyed them.'
Alexander's reminder of the naked truth made the sightly drunk Lady Miranda finally wake up from her disillusioned stupor.
'The only way to ensure peace…. is to give them something… something significant.' She then seemed to lightly mutter, as if repeating something she had been told before.
This whisper was probably intended for only Lady Miranda herself, but Alexander's ears were sharp enough to catch it.
He thus expanded upon it,
"Yes, given the huge land and resources the Heeat, if we did what you said and forcefully pushed them out, they would have at best kept quiet for a few years, licking their wounds. Losing ten or twelve thousand men might be damaging for a ducal family but it is hardly crippling."
"Once rested, they would soon be back again. And that time, they will not be so coy… they will come with a full invasion."
