Kaden stabbed one of the pieces of his steak without looking, eyes moving impatiently over the content of the last report. The sun was already setting outside, but at least he had finished all of the paperwork that had piled up in the last few weeks. All but this meager request of a vassal for some kind of funding.
If it was up to him he’d just give him the money, it wasn’t that much to begin with, but Holland kept reminding him that if he kept giving money without carefully considering it, his vassals would get greedy and start taking advantage of him. And not just him.
He chewed as he finished the last paragraph, then put the paper down and signed it. He didn’t realize his fingers were dirty from the food until he saw the brown thumbprint that had appeared on the paper, making him cur
