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[hr][color=gray][b]Sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ Cᴏᴜʀᴛʏᴀʀᴅ - ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇ́ᴍɪᴇ ᴅᴇ ʟ'ᴇsᴘᴏɪʀ [/b]
4ᴛʜ ᴏꜰ Sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ, 1917[/color][hr][/center]
[indent][color=8E7C8D]“It is good to be concerned about the political climate.”[/color] Nadalena replied, matter-of-factly.

It was a fair thing to be worried about given the political unease, especially considering for the most part it was expected of young girls like Seyrun and Nadalena to keep an eye on political disagreements, trade disputes, and other such matters. Nadalena was the direct heir of the Espenovan Commonwealth – though she wasn’t wishing for her father’s demise quite yet. After all, she had just turned fifteen just last spring and such an age was a terrible age for a ruling monarch. Though she supposed she would have little choice in the matter when fate decided it was her “time”. Whenever that time was, she wasn’t looking forward to it.

[color=8E7C8D]“I cannot imagine what dire crisis would’ve removed all possibility of you attending, however. I suppose you are afraid of the border disputes between Telemarin? I cannot imagine the more central issues further inland are a great threat to Nordland stability. Not that I am an expert on such things.”[/color][/indent]