Count Losa walked outside the bedchamber, down the narrow, dark corridor.
A woman's voice suddenly echoed.
"Count Losa."
Losa turned around and found it was Princess Sibilla who he hadn't seen in a while. Bowing slightly, he said, "Your Highness, good evening."
The Princess's face was somewhat shrouded in the shadows cast by the corridor's lamps: "Count Losa, I've heard about the battles you've fought; they were quite impressive."
Losa's tone was polite yet distant: "It's all thanks to divine grace."
She murmured, "Indeed, you are walking the path you believe is right; I seem to understand your ambitious aspirations now."
"I've heard from Your Majesty about your intention to establish the border region. If I were to say that I'd support you in realizing it?"
Losa was slightly taken aback: "Then I would be very grateful, Your Highness."
Sibilla chuckled softly: "That's enough; obtaining a favor from you is not easy."
"Well then, good night, my lord count."
