15th July 1574
"So let me get this straight, you don't want any money for those generous… gifts?"
After finally ditching all the unnecessary attention of the servants and the lesser nobles living in Zamoyski court, we could finally sit down in one of the chambers and have an open discussion.
"Those are gifts. Who do you take me to expect me to call a price on them? Rather than that, I want those items to serve as the proof of the words that I have for you and your family."
Relaxing in a comfortable chair that most likely was worth its weight in gold, I looked at the middle-aged woman sitting across the table. With her features putting her at most in the middle tier in terms of female beauty, one could wonder how the heck one of the most powerful nobles in the entire country ended up marrying her.
