"Damn Charles! That worthless commoner, with filthy blood running through his veins! How dare he claim the title of Duke? Only someone like me, who has noble blood flowing through my veins, deserves to be a Duke!"
"Genosha is such a foolish place, it's utterly ignorant! The idea of granting the title of Duke to an eighteen-year-old boy is simply ridiculous!"
"Damn it! Damn it all! They all deserve to suffer! I must find a way to make Charles, that lowly person, understand the gap between nobles and commoners. He should be kneeling and speaking to me!"
In an incredibly elegant and luxurious presidential suite, Wayne was furiously smashing everything in the room. The anger on his face had driven him to the brink of madness!
If the events from the banquet today made their way back to the Haunted Marsh, he would be humiliated.