"… strict traditions."
Devon pursed her lips. What did he mean by that? For her, it sounded more like how members of the royal family followed strict traditions that were not required from the noble family.
"Like?" she asked, couldn't contain herself from prying.
Lewis blew a faint air. "Like they can't marry unless the first son marries?" he could have said something more important, but his words just slipped past his mouth before he could think of something else.
"They can't marry…" Devon trailed off, a bit confused. "What so wrong with that?" she asked and cocked her head, blinking. In her previous life, that was normal. The eldest son should marry first.
"My dear," Lewis crooned with a sigh, "and if I didn't marry anyone? My niece and nephews will all be bastards."
