"Uheya, I know you're desperate to save your country. Your people, the Sal people, they can't leave those fertile grasslands. But I must be clear: this must be implemented, unless you choose to formally go to war with us."
He leaned back in his chair.
"At the negotiating table, there are no personal feelings, Your Highness."
"I understand completely."
Uheya's smile turned bitter.
This attack... if it had been her father, he would never have acted so rashly. The king, at least, possessed some rationality in these matters. But her brother? While he inherited their father's boldness and determination, he lacked the old man's capability.
This raid was essentially just chest-thumping—trying to prove himself and establish authority among the tribes. The idiot hadn't considered the geopolitical implications at all.
So here she was, with the bare minimum goal of securing peace at the lowest possible cost.
