Torn Vows
In a different section of the palace, I found myself for the first time, convinced that this meeting wasn't convened due to Princess Vixara's health but rather orchestrated against me. As we proceeded, the Emperor appeared before us.
"Greetings to the sun of the empire!" I offered formal greetings, echoed by the Duke.
"I regret summoning you when the war has just ended, but Vixara's persistent calls for your name in her sleep left me no choice," the emperor explained, turning his attention to me.
"Duchess, I didn't anticipate you could make it, leaving the official duties of the Ablia," he remarked with surprise.
"How could I not, Your Majesty, when you called urgently? Besides, there is no pressing matter at the mansion now. After all, I've been handling Ablia affairs quite capably in the Duke's absence," I replied, subtly challenging him.
"I'm pleased I could be of assistance," he responded, slightly taken aback.