Draya tilts her head slightly, but she doesn't argue. She knows better.
Alix leans forward, resting his forearms on the desk. "I'm going to start reviving my officials. It'll lighten your workload."
Draya's eyes flicker with understanding, but there's no sign of relief—just quiet acknowledgment. "That would be wise, Your Majesty. The kingdom is growing faster than expected. More hands would ensure efficiency."
Alix chuckles. "So you do think I've been overworking you."
Draya's lips twitch into the faintest of smiles. "I would never say such a thing, Your Majesty."
Alix shakes his head in amusement before his expression turns serious. "Prepare the palace. Soon, we'll be welcoming some old faces back to life."
Draya bows slightly. "Understood."
Alix leans back in his chair, his gaze settling on Draya. "But first, tell me—how many gold coins do we have right now?"
