As you’re about to embark on your week-long tour of the restless Sahran border, your sister Magdalena comes up to you.
“Lucia is still running around with that Darrakoubian girl,” she says. “I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to manage her while you’re away. She’s getting headstrong.”
You’ve already told your daughter to stop flirting with that princess; Darrakoub is too small and poor a kingdom for a strategic marriage alliance.
—“I’ll speak to her about this when I return. In the meantime, watch over her for me.”
—“Tell the convoy to wait for me. I’ll go speak with her.”