Money eases strictures.

Remigus just doesn't understand the importance of Kinah.

If my dad weren't a Brigade General, and my mom weren't a famous priest, we'd have to work a lot harder for what we have.

"Like what?" "Money can't buy me love."

Like we have a huge house full of silk wallpapers and custom furniture.

And like we can afford education for me. I may not be a prodigy, but I'm the only kid in this village who can keep up with Her Proletariat-ness.

"Remigus isn't so bad."