The Mad Princess and the Dying Prince novel Chapter 112

Celia clutched the heavy chest in her arms, still feeling as though she were walking through a dream. In a single outing, her mistress had earned five thousand silver marks!

Five thousand!

House Beaumont had acted as though their own flesh was being flayed when forced to part with a mere three hundred. Little did they know their daughter possessed the skills to summon a small fortune on her own.

On top of the coin, there was the emerald pendant and the aged spikenard, easily worth several hundred marks themselves.

Did House Beaumont have any earthly idea what a treasure they had in Lady Lucia?

Bonnie had not accompanied them on this excursion, choosing instead to guard the Sunstone Pavilion. Watching the hour, she had already fetched their evening meal from the kitchens.

Lucia arrived just in time to dine.

"Your timing is impeccable, Bonnie," she praised, before adding, "Take five silver marks for yourselves. Go into town and buy whatever treats you desire."

More silver!

Bonnie's eyes widened in shock as she cast a questioning glance at Celia.

Celia simply smiled, opening the newly acquired wooden chests to show her the spoils.

"The Lady is truly extraordinary..." Bonnie's voice trembled with sheer disbelief.

Lucia chuckled. "Enough staring. Let us eat."

After dinner and a warm bath, she surrendered to the comfort of her bed.

"She must rest early. The Scripture-Copying Soiree is tomorrow," Celia whispered to Bonnie.

"We must stay vigilant. I have a terrible feeling Aurelia is plotting something wicked, and Princess Corinna is notoriously temperamental. I fear she will try to humiliate the Lady," Bonnie worried quietly.

"Then it is our duty to protect her."

While the two maids fretted over the morrow, Lucia slept deeply and peacefully.

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