"What a time to be alive eh. All this chaos; I knew it. so when is the journey to mount Elbrus, your highness?"
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I sighed and looked at my knight; Ignatii. The royal duke of Kazan was just looking at me, nonchalantly waiting for my response.
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"A few days after my son's birthday, we'll start everything. Soviets are almost done clearing the path."
He slowly nodded his head;
"I see."
He didn't waste much time and stood from his seat, bowed and left the room.
As expected he didn't talk any further. Ignatii is a man of a few words. A complete introvert, that's why he also appears truly intimidating most of the time.
Three days before my son's birthday and I still haven't sent Ruis a letter of invite.
It's so unlikely of me but I've been sleepless for these past few nights because I didn't know exactly how to deliver my 'invitation'.
After our seemingly causal truce, everything felt so unpredictable.
Me, whose confidence, truly unshaken, gets flustered over the idea that she, my wife might reject the invitation. Maybe for her, she already expects her absence in this very important occasion which is a full contrast here; as the palace anticipates her presence. Naturally, as she is the mother of the celebrant.
