Dawn was breaking, and Nana was settling into a quiet cup of tea in her quarters when she heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
"Nana?" a deep male voice called out.
She looked up to see Brian standing there, dressed in his workout gear, his jaw tight with frustration.
"Oh, my dear Brian," she said gently, motioning to the armchair opposite her. "Come. Sit. How have you been? How is that sweet wife of yours, Olivia?"
Instead of sitting, Brian stayed where he was. "Do you still hate me?" he asked bluntly. "How long am I supposed to keep paying for one silly mistake?"
Nana frowned. "What are you talking about?"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about," Brian snapped. "The throne belongs to me, Nana, but you favour Derek too much to let anyone else have it."
