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A nervous courtier stepped forward, whispering into the Duke’s ear. Vratislav had been seen meeting with a known assassin in the tavern district. The "Loyal Brother" modifier was a lie; Vratislav was currently 95% of the way through a "Murder" scheme targeting Bořivoj.

"You're right, Vratislav," Bořivoj said, sliding the parchment across the table. "We need this alliance. In fact, I want you to lead the embassy to Budapest. Take the mountain pass. It’s faster." A nervous courtier stepped forward, whispering into the

In the world of the Middle Ages, friends are just enemies who haven't found a good reason to betray you yet. Take the mountain pass

"The King of Hungary offers an alliance," Bořivoj muttered, his voice gravelly from a week of fever. "He wants my eldest daughter for his second son." "I... I would be honored

The Duke didn't shout. He didn't call the guards. Instead, he turned to his brother and smiled—the cold, calculated smile of a player who had just checked the .

"I... I would be honored," Vratislav stammered, realizing his scheme had been countered by a superior stat.