[ From over the rim of his cup, Wriothesley's brows lift. For once, this doesn't strike him as animosity toward him--toward the world in general, rather. What's got him so upset, then? Something within the correspondence? ]

I can't disagree with that. For a nation that prides itself upon its 'good', Fontanians are only too adept at looking away from those of us who could use some of that kindness.

[ He only became the Administrator three years ago, and a Duke even more recently. He knows all too well what it's like not to have a voice. Some days, he still feels like he's still pulling the thorns from his heart. ]