Plans

Wim held up a finger while he took a drink from the glass. Thousand and schemes were percolating in his head. Thoughts about the Duke, Sir Zane and orders of succession. No point to think about a new house when there was the keep. About money and more money…

Wim rose from his chair, walked over and stood before Elizabeth Sadir who was now reading a book. He looked her in the eyes and continued, “I know that this is not the traditional custom, but I want get your opinion on this matter.