Political Machinations

Kaeso, with his gaze fixed on the swirling liquid in his glass, contemplated the intricate dance of politics and power that awaited him. The impending war with Daikrimor had cast its long shadow over the city, and in the midst of this looming conflict, Jaegar had become an unexpected variable.

Johana, perceptive and shrewd, could sense the undercurrents of Kaeso's thoughts. She raised an arched eyebrow and quirked a playful smile. "That boy," she mused, "seems too delicate to be put in the war, don't you think?" The tone of her voice held a hint of amusement as if she were unravelling a puzzle.

Kaeso, without lifting his gaze, responded in a tone tinged with sarcasm, "Or what? Do you want to keep him in your bed all the time?" His words lingered in the air, a subtle undercurrent of tension weaving through the conversation.