The Price of Privilege

The auctioneer froze mid–swing, the gavel suspended in the air as he looked up toward the voice.

The woman who had spoken was stunning, modern, poised, radiating the aura of someone born into privilege.

Every guest in the auction hall turned to look at her.

A hundred million Netheris coins for a dagger from a foreign land? It seemed excessive.

Even if the weapon hailed from the distant and mysterious Earthend.

Even if the auctioneer had claimed it once belonged to a handmaiden of the legendary Divine Drakebane.

Yes, such an item could be considered priceless.

But was it really worth that much?

Unless, of course, the buyer had more money than they knew what to do with.

Whoever could afford this dagger was either incredibly wealthy or incredibly powerful.

Most likely both. And definitely one of the elite few in Gyro.

A spotlight turned and settled on the woman.

The auctioneer hesitated, then visibly stiffened.

It was her, Mabel, the daughter of Hunderra’s Duke.

Seated beside her were two heirs from the country’s most influential families. Donald Maack, son of the Maacks, and Lucian of the Shelbys.

Another young woman sat next to them, unfamiliar to most. Still, anyone seen in Mabel’s company likely had a formidable background of their own.

Whispers rippled through the crowd.

“So it’s the Duke’s daughter. No wonder. That dagger is as good as hers.”

“The Duke of Hunderra’s wealth is unmatched. A hundred million coins are practically pocket change to them,” someone murmured in the crowd.

“No wonder she’s being so relentless. She has to have that dagger.”

Ryleigh, who had come with Mabel, knew exactly what was happening. Mabel was stubborn and intentionally caused trouble with Robin and Daphne.

She didn’t care about the dagger/It was about proving a point.

“Mabel,” Ryleigh whispered, trying to calm her down. “Is this really necessary? You don’t even like the dagger. Why go out of your way to get back at them?”

Mabel snapped, her tone sharp as ice, “I’m getting that dagger today, no matter what. Even if I have to buy

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it to throw away, I’m not letting them win.

She shot a cold glance toward the auctioneer. “Today, I’ll see if they have the guts to challenge me

Beside her, Donald and Lucian nodded enthusiastically. “Exactly. Who does this outsider think he is, actin like he can take what he wants? Mabel, if you want it, we’ll help. If you don’t have enough, tell me. 131 ask my dad for more!”

Although Mabel was the Duke’s daughter, pulling off a hundred million coins wasn’t easy, especially considering that neither Donald nor Lucian could summon that kind of cash alone.

words of support, not actual

the situation was tense, the auctioneer stepped forward to calm

Lovett, may I ask how much you’re willing to bid?” he asked, trying to restore

her voice dripping with confidence. “Fifty million Netheris

stunned by the

Lovett, did you mean

50 million, and I’m taking that dagger. No one is walking away with

heavy silence fell over the

to outbid everyone; she was

fair bid, and here she was, offering half and still expecting to

she really trying to use her father’s title

casting glances at the tense

auction house isn’t some back alley operation,” one whispered. “Their

use her status as the Duke’s daughter to muscle her way into claiming that dagger. She’s in for a rude awakening. The

his tone measured

cold, unwavering// “You think I’m joking? I’ll say it one more time, 50 million. The

rose from her seat and strode directly toward

and Lucian

a cool,

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the highest legitimate bidder wins. Even if Duke Zennet were

and Lucian fell silent

knew who stood behind this

the auctioneer taking a hard stance like that, there was no way anyone

had been all bravado, promising to throw

face with the real deal, not a single word came

have that

let Mabel drop a hundred million on a dagger to

score.

watched them standing awkwardly onstage, quietly

auction house backed by the Black Faith Order just by flashing some

auctioneer’s voice cut through

if you’re not prepared to raise the bid, please step off the stage. This is a business that runs on money. Whoever

of quiet murmurs

stood stiffly under the lights, clearly out of

this dragged on any longer, it’d become a full–on

below. “Sir, what if I throw this in on

reached into her pocket and pulled out Blackfaith

Gasps filled the room.

sovereign seal, one of only three ever made

seal wasn’t just rare. It symbolized ultimate authority

treasured guests of the Black

of Rosha, only three of these Blackfaith

of Hunderra, and the third, still waiting to be given, remained in the possession of the Black

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truth be told. Even if she didn’t offer a single credit, the auction house would

the guests clearly disapproved of what Mabel

none could

even money has to bow its

and Lucian both let out subtle

they didn’t have to

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