The songstress shook her head and smiled to Juan.
”You mistake intent Priscus Cordoba.” She states plainly.
”My intention is that both of us work on recruiting ALL of our cousins to the Invictus.” She allowed her words to sink in.
”Weather they are of any use to you or not Priscus Cordoba.” Her voice was firm but it wasn’t meant to be a rebuke, more of a declaration of intent.
”Weather Mr. Black’s skill for sculpture is that of a Michaelangelo or that of a plumber, which is most likely… I would like to see him join the First Estate.” That was it, just it.
”That’s how you will secure your place as a Lord in the First Estate and that’s how our family will grow in strength… from then on you will groom them one by one, you can even sponsor Mr. Black with a studio and with tenancy, after all he has an eternity to become good at whatever he does.” There, word by word. That he had lacked the forethought to see it through was a sort of disappointment to Velma.