The siege is long, but the victory is sweet.
The Duke unfurls a parchment map of his Realm. "Five Counties," he says with satisfaction to his Heir. "Someday, all of this will be yours."
The Heir coughs almost inaudibly. "Not quite all of it, father. Some of it will belong to dear little Ryan."
The Duke nods. "My intention is to transfer my Counties to you before I pass on."
"But what if you pass on suddenly?"
The Duke glares at him silently.
The Heir takes a sudden interest in his own feet. "Excuse my insolence, my Liege."
The Duke unfurls a parchment map of his Realm. "Five Counties," he says with satisfaction to his Heir. "Someday, all of this will be yours."
The Heir coughs almost inaudibly. "Not quite all of it, father. Some of it will belong to dear little Ryan."
The Duke nods. "My intention is to transfer my Counties to you before I pass on."
"But what if you pass on suddenly?"
The Duke glares at him silently.
The Heir takes a sudden interest in his own feet. "Excuse my insolence, my Liege."