She was caught and dragged back to her room to continue sifting through her mountain of paperwork.
Isabelle glared at it in accusation, even as the evening sun glinted off its pristine edges.
I'm the Empress! Why am I doing paperwork?!
Well, it wasn't the same 'paperwork' she'd done in her old life, and mostly consisted of reports, policy and treaty proposals, and that sort of thing. And it was her own fault for trying to be a hands-on Empress.
Aaaaa but still!
Lyov picked up a piece and flicked his gaze over it. "What is this proposal on new mining sites? A silver deposit...considerable potential size, but difficult to get to..."
She made a grabby hand at him. "A silver mine...?? That's profitable, right? Nevremia could use that!"
