Brasland wrote:Peter smiled.
“Oh, really, and why are you so pleased?”, he asked mischievously, his eyes facing hers.
Ilizibith gave a sly smile and narrowed her eyes. “Well, if you cannot figure that out, Lieutenant, I certainly won’t tell you.”
The young woman sipped her champagne and looked off to the side. “So, Lieutenant, what do you in the army? Have you seen battle? I’ve watched my father’s army drill in the desert; the soldiers were magnificent. Though I do prefer our Army’s dress uniforms with their capes and plumed helmets to fatigues and body armour.
Turning to Yulia, Ilizibith cocked her head to one side. “Have you been to Cyretopolitania, Yulia? You seem familiar. Perhaps you attended one of my father’s parties? Or were you at the Excalbian Emperor’s birthday?”