Act One: Epilogue
It went exactly as I planned it.
At least, I think I planned it.
Now he has shield. Strong shield. That won’t break easily. I led them together, a lovely reunion set for an award. Little overacting, but that just firms the bond.
If he is weak, make him look strong. The tactics of old will makes those who wish to strike early back off. Protected by an image of strength.
The servants will protect the master. As will I. Then I can ask him. Ask him the one question he won’t want to tell me, but by then he’ll have no choice.