The tailor watched the gold hit the table with wide eyes, looking between the two of them. "Y-yes your majesty! It will be more than enough!"
Awen, on the other hand, was still trying to process what just happened. She blinked in surprise, looking at all the fabric lining the store. Why would the king expouse so much money for her sake? In her experiences, good things didn't just stroll right up and order you fabric.
"May I ask why his majesty is spending this much on me?" she said, glancing back to him. "More than likely these clothes are going to get stained with soap suds, you realize. And why would a king care for a gypsy slave?"