Ratifa's confidence was not arrogance. Years of navigating the battlefields of commerce had honed her eyes to a razor's edge, allowing her to perceive the subtlest differences in value.
Henry smiled and shook his head, wagging a single finger.
Ratifa's brow twitched. She trusted her own judgment, but Henry's smile and shake of the head gave her a slight jolt. 'Could my estimate still be too low?'
Henry said softly, "Countess Ratifa, your estimate is quite considerable, but I'm afraid you've still underestimated the scale of my spoils."
Ratifa raised her fine eyebrows, a flicker of curiosity stirring within her.
She could guess at Henry's valor on the battlefield, but she never imagined that the spoils of a single nobleman could exceed five hundred thousand Dinars.
'Or is it that Henry's army is exceptionally powerful?' Ratifa pursed her lips. Her previous encounter with Henry had left a deep impression.
