“I am the second son of Lord Deacon and Lady Deacon. My father was the Earl of Prescott. My brother, James, inherited the title, land, and all the lordly responsibilities that went along with it.” He waved his hand with his fork in the air as he spoke. “My choices were to join the clergy or become a lawyer, but neither option appealed to me.” Robert shrugged his shoulders.
“Whorehouse was the best option you had?” Amelia tilted her head to the side and wrinkled her nose. “Do your parents approve?”
“My parents are dead, but my lack of responsibility angers my brother and that makes me happy.” He smiled a bit while he spoke. “The ‘lack of responsibility’ are my brother’s words, not mine.”
His body was relaxed and as he spoke he smiled.
“What`s the matter, my Princess?” He asked.
“You ar
