"Did you grow a title while I wasn't looking?" Sonia scoffs, finding another pine needle in her hair and flicking it away in disgust. "I said high Vor. But -- mm -- you're right. My father is. He at least knows a thing or two about patience and diplomacy. Which -- I'm sure is why Grandfather sent him as a diplomat." She makes another face, muttering, "You don't need to worry as much about diplomacy when your political campaign is a war campaign."