With a sharp breath, Ruvian abruptly choked on himself as the sheer magnitude of the number imprinted itself upon his mind.
'100 Golds?!'
He immediately sprang to his feet, knocking his chair over, his hand gripping the letter tightly.
Ruvian had not, even in the most optimistic stretch of his expectations, anticipated such an outrageous sum.
At most, he had envisioned twenty golds, perhaps slightly more, should her generosity lean further than usual… but one hundred?
That wasn't just generosity anymore.
It was excessive.
"Is she trying to flaunt her wealth to me?"
The corners of his lips trembled, then lifted, and despite his most earnest attempt to restrain himself… the grin still spread across his face.
It was entirely futile.
Ruvian let out a suppressed laugh.
Just as he had surmised… choosing not to specify an amount had been nothing short of a brilliant decision!
'Say no more bread and soup!'
