Ophelia sat in the horse-drawn carriage, the rhythm of the hooves against the snowy path lulling her into deep thought.
A heavy cloak wrapped around her to fend off the icy air seeping through the wooden panels, she contemplated.
["I propose that I undertake a series of diplomatic missions," Ophelia declared confidently, her voice carrying a note of conviction. "I will negotiate treaties with our neighboring countries, foster alliances, and demonstrate my ability to navigate the political landscape effectively"
Duke Alamos raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. "And how do you intend to handle the economic challenges facing our kingdom?" he inquired, casting a critical eye towards Ophelia.
"Starting with the Republic of Illiana, we can work closely towards an economic union," Lord Deliante interjected, adding his perspective.