"I tricked, no one, I only left an offer on the table for your son. He wished to make you proud of course, he wants to see more of just my county, but, he wants to be responsible for the child that may come in the future."
"As for, my late brother. I want to be honest, at least with you my tutor, and my friend. I dont know, who it was that Really stepped through the doors and into my hall, but he was mad, with hunger, from torture, i have no idea. He brought forth a story through his madness, that he had been captured, rather then killed, and ransomed to my father. My father, it seemed, refused to pay. So when he passed, it came to me to rule, thinking i was the last of my line."
Turn your back, you should not be seen crying infront of your subjects. "He had come for his seat, and i knew it was his right, but, he would not listen to reason, he would not calm himself, and he reached for his blade before i could say another word. I did not raise my hand in anger to him, i held his blade in his scabbard, but, it was then, that Lobo, under the table, leapt. Before... before i could act, the deed was done. The wolf of House Tarkin was alone once again."