Chapter 46: Slums

As the newest price slammed through the crowd, the patrons of the auction went into a frenzy. The previously hushed murmurs had turned into boisterous gossip, all looking back and forth as their discussions with their companions reverberated loudly throughout the auditorium.

Daphne all but had her head in her hands, holding it as though it would burst into smithereens if she had dared to let go.

A million!

To think that the toys stuffed with crystals that she and Atticus had encountered at the fair only cost 8 gold coins. She was a princess that had seen her fair share of beautiful items littered around the royal palace where she grew up as if they were no more than junk. Yet, even so, she still couldn't fathom how a person could have so much money if they were just an ordinary Vramidian nobleman.

Or was he?