"I think I'm going to be sick," Theora mumbled, feeling a wave of dizziness, probably the same that had made her fall down the stairs, surging.
"You're filthy rich," Cylea repeated with glee, ignoring her.
"No, no, I'm not. This isn't my money."
"The Royal Bank seems to think it absolutely is," her cousin let out a little chuckle of disbelief. "This is insane, Theo... I mean, I figured you might receive something someday since you're a duke's daughter, but..."
"I can't possibly accept that money," Theora hissed. "It's... It's appalling, Cyl. This amount is just insane. And I didn't do anything to earn that money!"
"Welcome to the world of nobles," Cylea scoffed. "You were born with some important people for parents, this is what you get."
"This is the exact reason I wanted to tak
