Jack of Harts

I was my father’s smartest son. I believe that is why he allowed me to indulge in my fantasies. He always thought I would grow out of them and take my rightful place in the heights of the family business. He never did understand me, but I learned to understand him. He was never a bad man. He was not evil. He simply did not care about those outside the family. They were peons, not real people to his mind. It did not matter to him that others could not afford to buy the same “justice” he could buy for us. We were the best of mankind and we deserved the…adjustable laws our wealth could arrange. It was our right. I disagreed.