After a restless night full of nightmares, all that Adela wanted to do with the first rays of a newborn day was to pay a visit to the infirmary where Arkin and her patient were still recovering. But along the way, she was met with the dreadful misfortune of overhearing a heated argument the Archduke and his Commander were having, she found herself hiding behind a maple tree like a child instead of carrying on with her way.
With her eyes shut, she held her breath to the best of her ability and prayed not to be found.
"What about the dukedoms?"
"The rain was mostly bountiful, and their subjects are not suffering from food shortages. The dukes raised revenues this season by placing taxes on imports and some exports. While we cannot possibly command higher taxes from Lanarkians after the drought we lived through, Your Excellency,"
