"Do you want to explain to me why Papa is in such a terrible mood tonight?" Lucas asked under his breath at that night's dinner banquet.
Celia swallowed a mouthful of salad before she replied. She had no appetite but knew her child needed nourishment. "Let's just say that he had his audience with Tobin earlier today, but came away without what he wanted."
"And what is it he wanted?"
"Nothing much." she said as she nudged some vegetables around on her plate with a fork. "Just to be given the position of Lord Governor."
Lucas hooted in disbelief. "Nothing much at all. Fuck! The man is brave for asking, I'll give him that. Few others would have the balls to even pose the question to their king."
"At one point, I was scared Tobin was actually going to agree. Not for any noble purpose, just out of pure laziness. Fortunately, I managed to talk him out of it after having to explain why it was a terrible idea."