"We can't do that." The first thing Plum could think of was violence, and Arad wasn't going to let her have her way. "It won't even solve the problem."
"It'll prevent it from getting worse." Plum sat on Arad's head, sharpening scissors that no one knows where she pulled them from.
"The only ones having a share in his wealth are the sons of the legal wives, and even between those sons, the oldest one might get everything if the king had chosen that. It's not for you, nor the children to choose." Mesharra glared at Arthur, the city was indeed the property of the king, not the lord. This mansion, wealth, and everything related to it belong to the king, who leases them to the nobles to rule on his behalf.
