Alina nodded. It made sense after all. Their new regime needed stability. And he was right. They didn’t know that she would be able to accomplish anything even with the Stag’s antlers around her neck.
“I want to liquidate some of the Royal assets. I have no need of dinner sets of solid gold or jewelry enough to choke a horse. If we sell some, melt down the gold and the like, we’ll be able to provide more for the children.” Alina looked to him for approval. “I want every child to have an education. To have at least one thing they can call their own. And food enough in their bellies.”