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[hr][color=gray][b]Sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ Cᴏᴜʀᴛʏᴀʀᴅ - ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇ́ᴍɪᴇ ᴅᴇ ʟ'ᴇsᴘᴏɪʀ [/b]
4ᴛʜ ᴏꜰ Sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ, 1917[/color][hr][/center]
[indent]Nadalena had thought long on the relations between her neighboring countries, but if it came to war the will of Espenova was not one that was the same as Nordland. Naïve fancies of neutrality were not things that were options as the relationship between her people and that of the Xargonites were souring more and more by the day. War was inevitable, it just depended on when the führer had his fill. But then again, maybe some of her peers were right about her being a bit too presumptive in such matters. After all, what did a teenager know about political tensions outside of what she had been told?

[color=8E7C8D]“Then I suppose you had nothing to worry about in the first place. War has not happened and you are most certainly not a spy, despite how scandulous that would be. Imagining you a spy is like imagining myself the Empress of Rome.”[/color] 

A slight giggle left her lips at the absurd notion of the thought.

[color=8E7C8D]“It is rather absurd, isn’t it?”[/color] [/indent]