Taxed Into Nothingness

"So what are you really doing here, Sarai? What are you hoping to gain by staying at the palace when we both know you don't like it?" Celia folded her arms across her chest.

"That's rather blunt. You don't waste any time with your questions, do you?" the princess grumbled under her breath.

"No, I don't. For the first time in my life, I find I don't really have to measure my words. The perks of my station and all that. And I'm still waiting for your answer."

Sarai looked at her resentfully. "I'm trying to convince Tobin to let my small estate be exempt from the tax he's planning to impose on the nobility."

Celia just stared at her for what felt like a long time, stupefied. "He's going to raise new taxes on the nobility?"