His conceivable future, or a major component of that possibility, has finally arrived. Lady Aurielle Lasitreau, the youngest daughter and brightest jewel that belongs to the Prestat of Krischire, is downstairs in Reunahn’s receiving chamber, along with her potential groom. Their first meeting can lead to wedded bliss, or cast him back out into society as yet another aristocratic bachelor. I won’t see him this afternoon, or tonight, most likely not even tomorrow, as his attention is diverted toward a grand future of inheritance and succession. Dreams of a beautiful wife, vast swathes of property, untold quantities of capital in many banks across the galaxy, and the grand title are Josym’s priorities right now. Certainly no room for me in that heady mixture...