When Thorne noticed how Ivo was gazing at him, he shifted his chair back and asked "What is it?"
"I'm not comfortable with this coming war." Ivo said, as he closed the book he held.
"Why?"
"It's that bastard of yours. Father, he can't keep fighting our war."
"It's his war too." The king pointed out.
"That's not the point." Ivo said.
"Then, what is?"
"He's getting too rich." Ivo said without delay.
"Ivo, let -"
"No, father. You don't get it, Zander has never lost any war, not one." Ivo pointed out angrily, "We both know the amount of wealth that war amass, and for eight seasons, that bastard has been piling up riches. And that doesn't bother you?"
"What bothers me is the way, you calculate his every action." Thorne said.
Clearly irritated, Ivo stood on his feet, "Zander, is richer than Axis Mundi, richer than you."
Thorne sighed, staring at his first son. "Fine, what do you propose we do about it."
