Good Thursday, Your Majesty.
Good Thursday, dear Royals.
Better keep that under wraps before the revenuer's come a'knockin' and lookin' to bust yer still.
"Montegue."
"Yes, Your Grace?"
"We haven't sent out the collection agents, have we?"
"No, Your Grace. The gemstone mine is producing well. There has been no need to tax the citizens."
"Or tax the King?"
Montegue looked askance at the duchess. "You are joking with me, Your Grace? You don't normally joke about the coffers."
"Just feeling a bit on the funny side this morning." Ambrosia narrowed her eyes as Montegue bent down to balance another column in the Royal books. "Let me know if someone is going off the rails, will you?"
Montegue jerked up, his eyes wide. "I guarantee it, Your Grace."
"Carry on." Ambrosia nodded to him and left the room.
.... No one busts the Royal still, at least until the royalty itself goes bust.
The coffers will never be empty, Your Majesty. Things are well in hand. By the by, I noticed Prince Porter emptying out the moat. I moved the creatures before it became an issue and put them in a safe location. And made sure all the slime and dirt was cleaned out before he refilled the moat with 2x4s. It's his drink of choice and has never been a problem before, except for the time I didn't get to the moat creatures quickly enough. Pickled creatures is not something I wish to see ever again. *shivers*