And Caesar...
“You know, sometimes it seems to me that at such a pace we will never defeat anyone at all,” I complained, having lost another half a day to fulfill my marital duty.
Araeden, with a mocking half-smile, watched my next bout of indignation.
“Three delegations,” I continued to resent, covering myself with a sheet and folding my arms over my chest, “I have three delegations sitting and waiting!” Three! Not one, not two, but three! And you! You…
"Mmm, what am I?" asked the Caesar.
Actually, I shut up on this, because ... Because I understood that Araeden loves me. Me, me, me again and only me. He loves madly, with a painful manic passion, loves to such an extent that it seems that only I kept a sober head in our marriage, because it was I who insisted on the most peaceful set
