Clyde said nothing.
Vincent took a breath. "Is it about the birthday party being held in Germany?"
"Tsk… as if I didn't approve of it myself!" Clyde clicked his tongue sharply.
Then he drew himself up, almost defensively. "Did Morgan ever tell you anything? What he wanted? Anything at all?"
Vincent furrowed his brows and slowly shook his head. "No, Your Majesty."
"Goddammit…" Clyde hissed through clenched teeth.
He exhaled hard, turning away, running a hand through his hair as he muttered under his breath, "I can't be turning into my father, can I? I can't—fuck…"
Vincent felt the shift in the air immediately.
He swallowed and stepped closer as Clyde kept his back to him.
"Sir… you're nothing like him," Vincent said quietly.
Clyde didn't respond.
"You've given everything," Vincent continued, steady but gentle. "More than anyone in your standing would have done."
That made Clyde turn.
"My standing?" he repeated, disbelief flickering in his blue eyes.
