[ Eternally useful advice. Bastien nods, ducks his head lower, and angles his paper to hide what he inks a little tick mark beside—which is ruined by saying, ] Secretly in love, [ in a whisper that's only one step above mouthing it.

Louder, ] It's the arguments and impropriety. I have a weakness.

We spend our time getting to know each other, and... Do our political views match.

[ He looks up to contemplate her again. ]

What happens after you kill the Empress?