Min-jae stood by the window for a long moment, staring at the map spread across the desk.
The North. It was vast, white, and cold, the kingdom's quiet frontier. His lands there were small compared to Meical's reach, but they were his, and he'd been thinking of expanding them.
Creating roads, shelters, proper furnaces for winter… things the people there deserved.
But that was only a thought for now.
He turned as the door opened. Meical stepped in, carrying a tray of food. The faint steam of the soup drifted through the room.
Min-jae blinked, a bit taken aback. "I thought I said I wasn't eating tonight."
"You did.." Meical said, setting the tray down. "But I wasn't about to let you starve just because you said it once."
Min-jae sighed but took the seat behind the desk anyway, his gaze settling briefly on the map again. "You really don't know when to listen."
"I do listen.." Meical replied, his voice even. "But I may not always agree."
