"How was the meeting, my Lord?" Fenwick inquired as he poured some tea into a small ceramic cup.
Fitzgerald, seated on a cushion with a hand on his chin, replied. "It was… eye-opening. I saw a side of Lucius I'd never seen before. It made me… proud and also quite disappointed."
"Disappointed, my Lord?"
"Indeed, Fenwick. There was a chance of Lucius dying today, Fenwick. You have been with me the longest, you know how much I've invested in that boy."
"Indeed, my Lord."
"But when he needed me the most today… I turned him away." Lord Fitzgerald let out a regretful sigh as he shook his head, using his palm to cover his face as he wallowed in self-pity.
Fenwick walked over and placed the cup of tea on the table before Fitzgerald as he remarked. "Forgive my insolence, my Lord, but… if I may?"
"Go ahead, Fenwick. Your words are most appreciated."
