"I guess," Elya replies, shaking her head. "It's all one giant shit show, isn't it?"
"What's all one giant shit show?" you ask as you sit down in a chair pulled up to a small circular table in the corner of the room.
Elya sits opposite from you. "All of this. And that meeting with Moren specifically. Guess what he asked for?"
"Your hand in marriage?" you guess.
"No, but I wouldn't be surprised if he did." She sighs. "Instead, he said that he knew what happened at Wrido. How many highborn men died. Apparently, Moren had an emissary at the city, who slipped away a few hours before it came under siege."
"Lucky."
Elya nods. "It irks me. Rade even told Moren about the plot to take the throne, but decided against bringing this information to my—our father. Instead, now he says that he has an offer."
"Oh, joy." And she didn't even consult with me.
"He said that he'll give me his full support in this war. The only caveat is that I grant him, and the entirety of Krorid, independence from Kanton."