"So, in the end… you're telling me that Damien was the one who set up this so-called bank?"
Queen Violet's voice echoed through the hall, her eyes widening in astonishment as the pieces clicked together.
"That he created it to address the financial crisis that was slowly strangling the kingdom... and also to secure the citizens' wealth from corrupt nobles and outside interference?"
She blinked once. Then, slowly, a smile spread across her face—
genuine and filled with awe.
"Simply genius! Why did I never think of this?"
Her tone was that of someone who had just witnessed the impossible, only to realize it had been made possible by her own son. Her gaze softened, no longer that of a queen or diplomat, but of a mother whose faith had finally been validated.
All those years, everyone had whispered that Damien was crazy—reckless, unstable, dangerous.
But she had refused to believe them.
Even when his ideas defied tradition.