Eh?
A gift?
From here?
The golden room?
Filled with golden everything?
Owned by the Obsidian Royal Family?
"Y-Your Majesty, is this really—" Florian began, his voice trembling with disbelief. But before he could finish, Heinz cut him off with a calm certainty.
"I already have a set prepared."
Heinz's tone left no room for argument. He stepped past Florian, boots echoing against the polished floor as he moved deeper into the chamber.
The light from the torches and enchanted gems lining the walls spilled across his tall figure, throwing long shadows over shelves stacked with treasures.
Florian remained rooted in place, wide-eyed, trying to take it all in. His heart thudded against his ribs.
'Is this really… an appropriate gift for me?'
The sheer magnitude of the room was overwhelming—gold piled high in chests, jewels spilling like water, relics that surely could buy kingdoms.
The fact that this was all the Obsidian family's private wealth made his head spin.
