"is she a brat? Is she just like me? Would she be able to rule the dukedom alone?" He asks, his eyes narrowing
"..." The servant fell silent before a small smile appeared on his face
"You two would get along if you're not nobles. Yes, she's a bit of a brat but it's because she experienced life in an early age, just like you. Although she won't make a good leader.. but she'll learn how to" The servant smiles
Syrion notice this and looked away, ... experienced life? As if.
"I'm sure the only thing she has to worry is what dress to wear tomorrow or who the person she'll have to marry" Syrion says, laced with sarcasm
The servant shake his head
"The lady had experienced assassinations constantly. She was the only child of the Duke, and the Duke has a lot of enemies, they wanted her dead."
"If it's the Duke they wan't to destroy, why her?" Syrion asks
"Because once the lady marries the crown prince, as what the Duke planned, the house Millaber will be powerful and unstoppable"
Unstoppable?.
"So, that means, it's the girl in the family that's connecting and the roots of the stronger family... And it lies within marriage.." Syrion murmured
"Then why would Father take me in? Is it because my sister doesn't look like him and is weak? Isn't it that?!" Syrion snaps, thousand of questions filling his mind
The servant sighed, looking at Syrion intently
"You've read the histories of Millaber Family, didn't you? Didn't you notice something familiar?.. something.. in common?" He asks
Syrion's eyes narrowed, thinking the servant's words
"Millaber's genes are dominant." Syrion says, trying to put the pieces together, "Does that mean, My sister isn't the Duke's daughter?" Syrion asked
"No, not that." The servant sighs in frustration, "Reillana is the Duke's daughter and the Duke knows full well that the people wont accept Reillana to take over his Estate, that's why he had you."
"He chose to dye the lady's hair to purple, his wife's color. He asked his majesty about it, to have the Pope uses magic to change the lady's colored hair, That's why people will think that the Duke isn't planning on making her his heir."
"They hate me, a man." Syrion said, "They hated me while I'm already here, the Duke's male son, they should've accepted me! Why is that?!"
"That's because you're a bastard."
Syrion eyebrows furrowed, his hands clench into fists as he looks down on his desk
"Didn't she tell you? The moment you press you're claim.." The servant added before he was cut off by Syrion
"Forcing my claim will rise enemies, not allies, the moment i showed my arrogance and persistence over the position as Heir,"
"I will be used, discard, and ridicule, The Duke of Bastards."
Syrion spoke, what Reillana had told him when they dine once with the Duke