Summer 1814 – Resentment Well Fed and Darkly Grown

“We have had this argument before, Father. We will have it again and yet again until you give me my due. This sad life you have built, in this filthy country, does not interest me. You owe me a kingdom. I am stronger now. I have given you just a glimpse of the powers at my command. Join with me and we can recreate the inheritance that you threw away. Do this and I can be generous. I will forget your new family. Let us walk away together.”