Figxin was not a fan of propaganda work.
In her view, it was a job that was all talk and no action.
Perhaps it was because she had spent so many years in the barren Northern Domain, but pragmatism had become her guiding principle.
It was inevitable that she'd be prejudiced against a job like propaganda, which lacked "direct" practical applications.
But Zog brushed all that aside.
Anyone trying to overthrow the old Royal Family had to run a propaganda campaign.
It wasn't enough to simply be an Army of Justice; you had to let the whole world know. That was the only way to be truly legitimate.
"Cheer up. Smile for the camera. Opportunities to be filmed under my direction are rare," Zog said, trying to motivate his "actress" as he looked at Figxin's dead-eyed expression.
But Figxin remained completely unmoved, standing stiff as a board as the makeup artist worked on her. "I've never enjoyed being filmed."
