Tobin immediately turned beet red but stayed mute.
"Have you?" Aron asked more loudly. "I should hope not, lad. The gold was agreed as part of your marriage contract, so you have no right to withdraw it. Unless you're deliberately trying to goad Islia into starting conflict with us?"
"No, or course not! No one wants to start a war with anyone. But Mother told me…" The young prince looked at his mother, flustered.
"She told you what?"
"It's just that Mother said I could reduce the allowance or even withhold it if I saw fit. Because she's my wife." Tobin mumbled, sounding very young and petulant. He refused to look his father in the eye.
"Shortsighted fools then, the both of you." Aron grimaced, then glared at Celia. "I hope you didn't tell your own father about this."