To the Duke, life used to be as the charades.
Life was all games and predictions.
He held all the cards.
He played the cards perfectly well as though he was the master of the game.
Everyone was the master of their games. However, Dallas was the master of other people's games.
He was in charge.
Dallas led, commanded, and controlled.
Life was a prediction for Dallas. He predicted everything before they had happened.
Besides, he was over a hundred years mythical being. He got things done with a flick of his fingers.
A mythical being that planned things before it came to pass. The god of his world.
A few months before Duke Dallas grazed the city in his intimidating and taunting glory, he had had an encounter with Barrett Hall that led to a promise for a revisit to that family.
And, I had kept that promise.
