Walter and Sai sat quietly outside, the soft gurgle of the nearby water feature filling the silence. A breeze rustled through the trees as Sai finally broke the stillness.
"Earlier, you said you're an Ambrose," he said, his eyes still on the water.
Walter turned his head. "Yes, I did."
Sai hesitated. "I want to tell you something."
Walter gave a nod. "Go on."
"Do you know about Lord Charles and their past at the Royal Academy?"
"I don't."
Sai's voice grew quieter. "No… It's nothing."
Walter leaned forward slightly. "You can tell me. I might already know something."
Sai exhaled. "I just saw some pictures from when my father was at the academy. Lord Charles and Lord Edward were in them. They looked… very close."
Walter blinked. "Yes, they were. I remember one picture. They were even kissing back then."
Sai nodded slowly. "So, I'm not wrong."
"You're not," Walter agreed. Then, curiously, he asked, "Why are you so interested in their past?"
