Chapter 19: A Gift
A few days had passed since Grim's saw his legacy. His muscles ached from the relentless training regimen Rowan had implemented. His new training was doubled. Light mana was proving to be a stubborn bitch to control, nothing like how water mana was easy for him.
"Have you gotten Princess Liona a gift yet?" Rowan asked during their morning training session, casually tossing the question out while Grim struggled through his fiftieth stance transition.
"Of course, of course," Grim replied without missing a beat. "That would be rude if i didnt buy her a gift."
Rowan stared at him. Clearly he didnt belive him.
"Yeah, your right," Grim admitted. "I haven't gotten shit for her."
Rowan sighed. "The ball is less than three weeks away. It would be a serious insult to attend without a gift for the princess. Especially given our... special position."
"Fine," Grim groaned, lowering his practice sword. "We'll go shopping or whatever. Happy?"
"Ecstatic," Rowan deadpanned. "We'll go this afternoon. I'll cover the costs."
Grim wiped sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. "Speaking of money, do you have a plan for pur future. Can't rebuild the Ambrose fortune if we stay in the castle forever."
A shadow crossed Rowan's face. "Not yet. Our family's wealth was... redistributed during our exile. Reclaiming it will take time."
"So we're broke," Grim translated flatly.