"...I've had my fill of eating these borders, Christopher."
He pointed with his ring-covered finger to the eastern edges of the map. "Look at this. We've unfurled our glorious banners across the mountains, we've conquered lands as far as Serbia, our armies have marched through the worst mud to secure our hold on the region."
Basil sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. "Why does he keep pressing me to take more and more?"
Despite the Byzantine Empire's immense power, Basil was a wary and suspicious man; he didn't like things to go too easily. And now, Emperor Louis was making things suspiciously easy.
"This is absurd, Emperor," Christopher agreed. "We've conquered Serbia. Our armies hold undisputed and complete control over the eastern lands. Yet the Frankish border fortresses near Italy are practically empty."
