“Why not?” the Prince demanded the next morning.
Dafythe met his daughter’s indignant gaze with his own more mild but indomitable one. “The time isn’t right,” he answered. “Wait ’til Kat has gone to London and brought back Kharles’s response. If the Emperor calls to increase our troops at the border, I shall grant you command of the garrisons then. Not before. I won’t be the one to provoke this war.”
“Juan’s started it! He’s been straining toward this break for so long as I can recall. He invites war. He begs for it.”
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