Invader of Fertile Ukrainian Valleys
In truth he expected a reaction like this, it would be foolish not to think such. But in the moment he wished that he did not need to address it, for the chance of failure in this endeavor increased. When the idealism of the world clashed with the reality, it could often be soul crushing. Yet, he would need to push onward if he wished for a favorable out come.
"Had this been four hundred years ago, or even more, I'd believe such a thing to be damning." He'd invoke as he sat upwards, his mixed eyes staring at her with all the assuredness a man could muster. "But we live in the present, where I may still uphold my duties, and your own, without another giving them up." He'd comment as his gaze went towards a nearby window, to observe the wintery snow outside. There was a logic here, but she may not agree.
"Vastime commands vast resources, the ability for me to stay away from the capital and nation since the war ended showcases I do not need to be there in presence." He'd explain. "I do not see a reason I cannot stay here, and depart as required. Many of my obligations can be handled through communication channels, or if the need arises a teleportation system." He'd pause.
"But, in truth, such a life would not be easy for either of us. I may find myself here for months at a time, living peacefully, before an emergency recalls me to Vastime. Such an event, like a war, would see me depart for unknown periods of time. Perhaps even to my death. I will not lie to you, and speak as if- all shall be tranquil and peaceful." He waited for but a moment, before turning his eyes to her.
"It may be a difficult life, but I thing it far superior than a life without each other. I think the hurdles, we may encounter, shall pale in comparison to the strife we'd feel should we choose not to pursue this path."
He didn't need to say it. But no road worth traveling was ever easy.
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