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Maybe it would be better if I leaned into the whole duke thing, and just, well, actually spent some time adapting to the culture, instead of just refusing to acknowledge its place here.
My whole issue with this series is this statement being made in book twelve. BOOK TWELVE !
“I will speak with him,” Hetsetsa said. “He will know what he needs to know prior to leaving.”
I very, very much doubt this.
“I have doomed you and yours because I was not smart enough, nor strong enough.
He is right about the doomed part, but only because he chose a fool.
“WHOA!” I shouted. “What do you mean, lose this place?”
Over three people have warned him of this, his surprise is why I have given up on him as a character.
“Go outside,” Eliza called over her shoulder. “Smile and be polite.” I sighed. “Funny she thinks smiling is going to help you,” Ragnar said. I picked him up and threw him in the pillows.
So this is just a shit show.
“I get it. I just, well, not a fan of physical labor.”
This whole thing is just idiotic.
I closed my eyes and wondered if I came off as stupid as this man.
Yes.
“Nope,” I said with a shake of my head. “I’m kind of a shit duke that way.”
Very much so.
I didn’t think about it before selecting Yes. I was angry.
So he was to visit three towns and make a good impression, try to build up some goodwill. First one he cut wood for one old lady. Second had him threaten the count. Last one has everyone dead. So this was a huge waste of time.
Wasn’t the first time I’d heard that either. Seemed like my life, or lives, had been punctuated by people trying to tell me things over and over, and my inability to understand them. Or, rather, my willful ignorance of what it was they wanted me to hear.
And here is why I dislike the series.
“One who puts his people first,” she said.
This is a lie. If he put HIS people first, he would not throw himself into things without thought.
Had he been a good chancellor?
Oh gods no! He was a horrible chancellor!
Instead, I touched my side. I snapped my head down. Nothing on my belt. “Son of a puss bucket,” I hissed. How the fuck had that happened again?
Because you are a gods damned moron.
“Likewise. I leave the two of you to your meeting,” Eliza said with a sweet curtsy. Then she climbed back into the carriage. “Wait—” I started. She smiled. “I leave you in capable hands, your grace. I must see to a later appointment for you.”
Why is she even here?
“And yet, that humility makes you a perfect candidate for the throne.”
Once more I must exclaim, BULLSHIT.
What a way to ruin a perfectly terrible night.
So that is going to have violent repercussions, and was incredibly pointless.
