Yvette was lost in how Evian's voice made her feel but her mind was very receptive to his words which she immediately started to think over.
The mere fact that the topic of Power grabbed her attention when talks of killing her husband were quickly brushed aside gave Evian all the confidence he needed to press.
"Power, huh?" Yvette mumbled, "I haven't really thought of it."
"Well think about it," Evian said, "Who steps in as Lord if Herbert dies?"
"W-well, there will be a reagent of sorts," Yvette said, "Someone to hold things down until my Eldest is ready to take the title."
"And how long will it take before your Eldest is ready?" Evian asked as he took a hand off one of the armrests of her chair and trailed it across her cheek.
Yvette sighed,
"It'll take years. He and his brother are much too dedicated to the Martial Temple at the moment."
"And how many years are we talking about here?" Evian asked, "At least Ten?"
