Tyranny of Steel

every action the Bohemian Princess took was closely watched. After all, Veronika was an unknown variable, and Linde feared those most of all.

As for Adela, she spent this time supporting her husband in any way she could, primarily by bringing him his meals while he worked day and night to overcome the seemingly insurmountable degree of paperwork that he was forced to contend with. If there was one thing Berengar despised most in this world, it was paperwork.

Honoria had opted to laze about within the confines of the royal palace; she and her crew were currently enjoying the era of peace Austria found itself in. Unless they wanted to break faith with the Austrian Crown and take up piracy, there was not much work to be had.

However, they had made a fortune during the war with the Empire, and as such, the women who made up Honoria ’s crew were more than happy to spend some of that wealth on themselves and enjoy the moment of peace in luxury.

After nearly a week had passed, Berengar emerged from his study with bags under his eyes. He was beyond exhausted; after spending almost every waking hour going through various documents, Berengar had finally finished his paperwork. In doing so, he made his way to the bath, where he would wash away the sweat and grime that had accumulated on his body over the past few days.