You thank the seer and let him go.
Later that day you tell the Spymaster to recall his agents and abandon to unlawful pursuit of Fireblood.
964 AD, Midwinter
2to5
The reports from the Duchy this year seems to indicate that your subjects continue to enjoy the fine crafts and goods from Calvendocia, but the Treasury failed to make profits out of the trade.
964 AD, Late Winter
Your wife asks for a private audience with you one evening.
"My dearest husband, I have recently received a letter from my distraught mother. She is worried about the future of the Lametania, and thus has asked whether we would be interested in having our oldest son become a designated heir of Lametania rather than a possible next Duke of Tven."
"He isn't even of age." You protest.
"I know, and she knows that, but she says she is willing to have this arranged to secure the future of Lametanian dynasty. After all, he is her grandson; there's no one else closer to Lametanian throne than our children and myself."
A) "Nay! I'm not going to send my firstborn son to rule a distant land."
B) "Fine, but tell your mother that Salus will leave for Lametania only when he becomes of legal age of rulership."
C) "Fine, we shall send Salus immediately, so your mother will be his regent and teacher in Lametanian culture and politics."