"Your Grace." Isaac walked forward and carefully spoke to Isra. Putting the paper on her desk, she frowned and leaned back.
"What is it, Issac? I'm busy." Issac pointed to the seat opposite her. With a nod of confirmation, he sat down and gulped.
"I think we are going about this wrong." Isaac didn't need to specify what he was on about and could see Isra physically get annoyed by the suggestion.
"We have traitors and villains in our glorious Empire, Isaac. Stealing our money, breaking laws, targeting my children. And you say it's not a good idea. What do I do then? Arrest them. They tried to kill the Crown Prince. My son." Isra's voice got louder and colder as she spoke, "And you want me to do what?"
"It's not what I meant, Empress." Issac lowered his head. "I just mean that if we do this without any fallback, we won't have enough people to run the Safrid lands." Closing his eye, Issac wondered if what he wanted to propose was a good idea. "I say we make three new Duchies."
