"Ferdinand, as his father, are you really sending poor Boris off to suffer in Finland with only this little?" Xenia said, deeply dissatisfied.
Ferdinand merely rolled his eyes at her. She made it sound as though he had abused Boris.
He was sending him there to be a grand duke, not a laborer. Did he need to pack great bags and little bundles for him too?
Besides, Ferdinand had prepared quite a lot for him. Compared with the fanfare when Ferdinand himself had first come to Bulgaria, it was far grander—more than enough for Boris to get off to a solid start.
"Look at this yourself. Boris isn't even engaged yet, and you're sending him to Finland. Who knows whether he'll still be able to find a wife!" Xenia continued to complain.
"What does that even have to do with anything? Didn't you say everything had already been arranged, and that you could take him to meet prospective brides at any time? Why would he suddenly be unable to find a wife now?
Has the Gotha-Kohary Family fallen so far that my son has to worry about his personal prospects?" Ferdinand asked helplessly.
"But Boris is going to suffer in that godforsaken place, Finland. How can you guarantee that some young lady will be willing? Couldn't you make them wait a little longer?
Wouldn't it be fine to hold the royal election after Boris gets married? Look at those countries in the Americas—they dragged things out for so many years, and aren't they doing perfectly well?" Xenia said unhappily, citing examples.
Could the Americas possibly be compared with Europe? The countries of the Americas had already gained independence. No matter how much they tossed things about, it was still their own business.
But these European countries had only just broken