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A nervous courtier stepped forward, whispering into the Duke’s ear. Vratislav had been seen meeting with a known assassin in the tavern district. The "Loyal Brother" modifier was a lie; Vratislav was currently 95% of the way through a "Murder" scheme targeting Bořivoj.

In the world of the Middle Ages, friends are just enemies who haven't found a good reason to betray you yet. A nervous courtier stepped forward, whispering into the

Bořivoj grunted. He looked at his icon in the corner of his mind—or rather, the bond he felt with his Chancellor. The old man shook his head. "The King of Hungary is 'Ambitious' and 'Deceitful,' my Liege. He doesn't want a partner; he wants a claim on your throne. Once your daughter is in his court, she is a hostage, not a bridge." In the world of the Middle Ages, friends

"I... I would be honored," Vratislav stammered, realizing his scheme had been countered by a superior stat. The old man shook his head