Alexander's son undoubtedly had the charm of a prince. Christopher knew he would one day rule his father's dangerous world.
'You are born to rule, boy.'
The thought crossed his mind as he admired the boy's striking features.
Going through the photographs, he wondered. "If only Felicity had agreed to marry my Alastair. You could've been born as my grandson," he thought aloud.
The boy looked nothing like Alexander, but Christopher saw the heir to Alexander's empire. One similarity between them screamed its existence, the devil lurking behind their angelic face.
'Like father, like son.'
Christopher was impressed by the boy's skills. His courage was admirable. If Alexander didn't hate Christopher's guts so much, Christopher would've presented the boy with an official proposal offering one of his granddaughters' hand in marriage. Alexander's son had everything Christopher wished to have in his future grandson-in-law.
