"Do you think housing and providing services of protection to your grandmother is free?" Elynor crossed his muscular arms over his chest. Isolde felt gritted her teeth, "Seriously?" Isolde asked in disbelief, "You speak as though you are lacking resources, Your Highness-"
Elynor sighed, "I'm not lacking resources, Isolde. But providing shelter and protection for your grandmother, especially given the current circumstances, is not without cost. Both in terms of resources and potential political fallout." Elynor's voice was low and serious, his eyes boring into hers with an intensity she had come to recognize she swore the look on his face was especially reserved for her.
