Edward had just returned from one of many outings he had had on Wednesday. The former Lord had been coming and going from the Estate since Tuesday morning, and Henry Kramer had not said a word to his son.
His grandson had become even more withdrawn than the days following the dinner attack, but his daughter-in-law could not have been more balanced.
The old Lord had given up on concerning himself with his embarrassment of a family. His focus had been on the Volteras and his own people from Europe.
Information had been coming to him since Monday, and he was occupied enough weighing each one against the other without having to bother with full grown adults who had proved incapable of handling their private affairs, let alone that of an empire.
By Wednesday, he had spoken with the Governor
