"Unfortunately, he is," the Marquis answered, his voice dripping with barely concealed disdain. "That is Edward, my third son."
""Unfortunately?" the Duke repeated, catching the Marquis's wording. He then tilted his head, his gaze never leaving the boy in regal blue.
"Yes, indeed," the Marquis said. "You see, the boy is without power. At fifteen, he hasn't awakened. He can't use magic or martial arts. In a house like Vistro, where strength is of importance, he is… well, he's useless."
"But his confidence," the Duke countered, narrowing his eyes as he watched Edward navigate the room. "Look at how he carries himself. Surely that must count for something."
The Marquis let out a shallow, hollow laugh. "It's because of my care, Phoenix Lord. I'm not like other houses. When they realize a son has no potential, they treat him as second class, or worse. I'm different. I ensure he feels at home, despite his… shortcomings."
