Chapter 36
“I see you have taken steps to… consolidate your reputation, ‘dearest cousin’,” Matthias said with no small amount of venom. Annoyance. Exasperation.
“I found myself in a rather unfortunate position thanks to an unexpected duel, ‘dearest cousin’,” Arne replied in the same manner. “I had no choice but to… clarify boundaries.”
The two young men fixed each other with unamused stares for half a minute, until Matthias broke eye contact and slumped into his armchair with a sigh. His exhaustion was terribly obvious, despite his attempts at covering up the dark circles underneath his eyes. The usual joviality was gone, eroded by piled-up stress from silkling antics.
“What are we even doing? We have so many other important things to worry about.” Resignation.
Arne couldn’t help but agree, despite his frustration with the Falkenstein prince’s maneuvering. “Has Ludwig given you any trouble?”
“Not yet, and he’s the least of our problems” Matthias replied wearily. “I’m much more concerned with whatever schemes Maximilian is cooking up. On top of that, Charlotte showed up with the worst possible timing.”
“Have you met her before?”
“Twice, at Tannburg castle. Her body is frail, but her mind is as sharp as Elenor’s.” He paused for a heartbeat, then hastily added, “Don’t tell her I said that.”
“I won’t,” Arne chuckled. “Do you think Charlotte will try anything?”