The ink finished arranging itself at Dimitri's feet with the unhurried precision of a calligrapher who had all the time in the world.
He read it.
You built your empire through bloodlines you didn't inherit. I find that more honest than the alternative. Most men in your position would have simply married better and called it destiny. You married strategically and called it what it was. There's a difference. I've always respected the difference.
Dimitri stood with his hands loose at his sides and considered the words on the ground and what they implied about the person who had written them.
