Chapter Ninety-Three: The Politics of Weariness
Onexia didn't know what Varian thought, but he was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to say.
She saw this, smiled, and knew that she should show the charm and reserve, and just the right amount of empathy, that an intellectual beauty should show.
"Oh, by the way, I have something for you, Your Majesty Varian. It's about funding, and there is a grapevine that this year's grain'
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