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The wind blew, carrying golden leaves around. The dragonfly fluttered up: probably the huge dragonfly had not had time to fall asleep. A black-haired guy with long hair and a neatly trimmed mustache was holding the hands of a curly blonde with blue eyes.

– I’m so glad to see you, Nisa! I barely survived this summer. A few more days without your face and I would be finished.

– But we met exactly a year ago. Remember that walk under the golden chestnut trees?

– How could I forget? Stay, please! Be with me. We will have a magnificent wedding!

– Father will not give a blessing. You know he is strict and unwavering. Once he decides, that’s the end of it.

– It’s not for him to live with me. Let him think about the good of his daughter at least once!

– He doesn’t trust the Morellians. It constantly reminds us of old wars in which your people fought on the side of the forces of Darkness. They say here that necromancers and Zeymond worshipers nest here even now.

– My uncle doesn’t communicate with you either. But he will never refuse if I decide to leave you with us.

A branch crunched. The lovers instantly turned around, letting go of their hands.

«Sorry, young people, for distracting you,» said Otraud. – Viscount Leivead, the Duke wants to see you.

***

Rigerd was sitting at the table. There were documents in front of him. He dipped his pen into the inkwell and wrote a sweeping signature. When the nephew came in, he immediately put aside his work. He took his pipe out of the drawer and lit it, blowing out thick clouds of smoke.

– Uncle, you should quit smoking. No matter how I approach your room, I constantly hear a cough. This will not bring you any good!

– It seems that you communicated too closely with Aunt Annette, may her ashes not fade away! She also grumbled constantly. However, I survived it!

The Duke stared at one point. There was an awkward silence for a moment.

– I called you on business, Leivead. I need your sorcerer’s gift.

Rigerd briefly described everything he knew about the events in the south.

– Gather a squad. Travel to the borders of Ennian Forest. Find out what kind of misfortune is going on there. Just don’t risk yourself or the soldiers. Every sword counts for me. I smell a battle coming soon. Okay, gather the people, we’ll meet for a communal dinner in the evening. Because I have a lot of work now.

Leivead sighed. Rigerd looked at him studyingly.

– Have you met the princess again?

Leivead was silent.

– You are no match for her. The Emperor will never accept your candidacy. Mark my words. I have known Gartaur for several years. He is stubborn as a sheep. He would rather marry her to one of the Sutheringians. But not with the Morellian!

– Can origin somehow influence matters of the heart?

– Politicians don’t care what people feel. They are only interested in profit. It’s better to renounce her now, before you become inextricably tied to her.

– Looks like you’re late, uncle.

Leivead had already turned towards the door when Rigerd whispered:

– We are on the brink of war with Velzuvik. It looks like the days of the United Kingdom will soon be numbered. Complete your duty in the south and return. And forget the princess. Then it will be hard. Trust me.

– Okay, uncle!

– Take care of yourself!

– Certainly!