Audrey's eyes lingered on him, then she tilted her head slightly, her tone curious but also playful. "Then tell me, Your Majesty—how much should pig iron even sell for in the market? You say we'll turn it into coin, but…" She let a small laugh escape her lips. "…how does one sell something the markets have never even heard of?"
Arthur met her eyes directly, his expression calm but unyielding. "I will come up with a plan," he said firmly, "and I will set the price that benefits the kingdom most."
Audrey exhaled softly through her nose, amused but not surprised. That was Arthur—never revealing more than he wished, always carrying plans within plans. She leaned forward slightly, refusing to let the conversation die. "Your Majesty," she said gently, "may I ask something more about selling this… excess pig iron?"
Arthur gave a single nod. "Of course. What is your question?"
