[ There will come a time when the Knave will need to be replaced. Father has no guilt or anger at the temptation — but he will fill the role when Farher is gone. He isn’t sure if he will duel her for the role or take the title when her body grows old and tired…

But he knows what awaits him. ]

But, you would have. For just cause, wouldn’t you?

[ He prods only a little before sipping on his tea. The revelation that he was once a convict has him more thoughtful. He isn’t sure if Wriothesley was wrong for it… but it wasn’t him who cast judgment. ]

I’m sure the perks of Dukehood isn’t something to scoff at. Lady Luck or not, here you sit in a comfortable little fantasy.

[ He feels jealous, honestly. ]