I'd never been this busy in my life. And don't even get me started on coffee. The elven folk in the south had started sending extra shipments of beans after I may—or may not—have hinted that Agro's future trade preferences were directly tied to my caffeine intake.
I could not live without it.
Then there was Viking.
I exhaled softly, shaking my head with a smile. He'd sent a message saying he'd be visiting next week. That was… going to be loud.
And Sir Alex—Still in the western lands, dealing with bandits. Reliable as ever. He'd sent a congratulatory scroll a few days ago, short but sincere. Very him.
I leaned against the railing, fingers curling around cool stone, and watched my territory breathe beneath me.
Busy. Not chaotic—busy with purpose.
