"Bullshit, utter bullshit." Pieter stared at his hall, a look of disgust on his face as his workers went around preparing the place for the coming ball.
"My lord, you know that this is important. If we do not quell the rumours, then it may grow into something greater than our control." Cornelius said in a calm tone.
Pieter lowered his voice to a sharp whisper. "Are you to tell me that while my wife suffers from an unknown illness, throwing a ball to satisfy the people takes precedence?"
Cornelius nodded. "Except you want them to protest, my lord."
Pieter let out a dragged out sigh. "Sometimes I wonder if being a Baron is really for me, I would put the responsibility on my son already if he had even half a decent head on his shoulders."
"God knows that fool will crash everything my forefathers built on his first day in office…"
Cornelius smiled. "He is young my lord, he will grow. I still remember how much of a rascal you were as a kid—"
