Within the bedchambers.
Losa sat down to the side and naturally poured himself a cup of tea.
Baldwin IV, who was reviewing documents, dripped wax onto the envelope, took off his ring, and pressed it firmly upon the seal.
Without pausing his actions, he casually said, "Now that your wishes have been fulfilled, why do you still look so worried?"
Losa gave a wry smile: "If I were in your shoes, I would probably also wish for this restless Count of Transjordan to behave a bit more sensibly."
"But you are Losa, not Raymond. Someone must represent the radicals within the Kingdom. Your expansion does him no good, and if war breaks out, it would be harmful to him."
The Noble Faction, Empress Faction, and King's Faction are ultimately products of interest-driven motives.
"You are right."
Stepping into another's shoes is a good habit.
But it's not always necessary.
"I just feel a bit sentimental; even the young man who slayed dragons ends up as the Tyrannical Dragon."
