"Did you order my residence to be packed up?" Faeris drew to an abrupt halt the moment she stepped foot into her sister's room. Her mouth fell open in a soundless gasp.
Sitting in the room, surrounded by thousands of gold coins worth of textiles and luxurious fabrics, Verinia looked up from the gold chain she was holding in one hand. "I did."
The second princess sputtered for a few moments. She was still dazzled by the display inside the bedchamber, which was worth enough to sustain a small state for three turns.
While her own wedding had been filled with luxury, she had not been as ostentatious as this.
Her wide eyes danced across the bolts of silk and carelessly strewn jewellery before reason came back to her. "Why?"
"I can't believe you're asking me that question."
Second Princess Faeris looked at her sister through narrowed eyes. "Not everyone has an innate penchant for evil, Verinia. I don't know everything that you're thinking."
