I had thought this was a passing whim. I hadn't imagined she truly intended to give my brother everything I had built.
The gold and silver I had earned for this estate over the past year filled the treasury floor to ceiling.
The moment the doors swung open, the blinding glare of gold forced Elmer back two steps.
Something flickered in his eyes.
He smothered it quickly, replacing it with disgust:
"So this is the source of the rot! This is what turned the princess's estate into a house of vulgar excess!"
He spun around and threw himself to his knees before Rosalind:
"Andrew hoarded all of this for his own indulgence, with no regard for the princess's reputation or dignity! What kind of man does that?"
He was trembling with righteous fury.
That ethereal face of his, all sharp angles and cool detachment.
Like some exiled immortal descended from the heavens.
Rosalind couldn't look away.
"From this day forward, everything in this estate falls under your authority."
Rosalind helped Elmer to his feet with her own hands.
"The money, the staff, the land, and every business venture. All of it goes to Elmer."
Everything I had built.
One sentence from the Crown Princess, and it all belonged to Elmer Dickerson.