His Royal Obsession — The Refusal Of Silver Coins

The Ravensmost Line has an heir! Mother. We have an heir! Wasn't your leg injured?

Why are you asking about my leg now? This boy may be your only child. Search every street and bring my grandson back. Gareth, with me. Hurry! Where is the man from the white carriage? Did he run away?

All my savings won't even cover a small part of the treatment. What am I going to His Grace's order. Seal every monastery gate. Nobody leaves until the young heir is found. Move! Why did this inspection take so long?

My time is valuable, and your accusation has kept me here. Av'yeesaf, Pety Fogsgol! Now my new carriage has an accident seal on it. All because of your son!

The examination and splint cost five silver coins. The physician says his arm needs 12 weeks of treatment. The total is 50 silver coins. 50? Do you think I'm a fool?

I'm not making this up. You ordered your coachman, Dreyfus Tromard, of these three Nessus III de Mock Mark, Three market witnesses saw what happened.

Their names and seals are all here. Stay away from me. People like you get hurt young things. You will not hurt every day.

You will not get a single coin from me. Your carriage broke my son's arm. And you still think you did nothing wrong?