Book 12: Chapter 29
Elizabeth placed her glass of wine down and looked at Vyvyan. Vyvyan looked at the glass of wine in Elizabeth’s hand and pouted. Slightly unhappy, she admonished Elizabeth: “You’ve started drinking when it’s daytime? This is different to what you’re supposed to do. Didn’t you come here to take care of Nier? Why are you drinking during the day? You’re the Empress of an empire, and yet you’re now acting as if you’re an unemployed tramp?”
Elizabeth curled her lips, and then asked, “Has it got anything to do with you?”
“No. What happened last night also has nothing to do with me. I don’t care about that sort of thing. My child won’t get the short end of the stick no matter what you do with him. What I want to know is what you see my child as?”
Elizabeth shook her head and timidly replied, “I don’t know. I don’t know myself. Troy isn’t Inard. I know that, but he’s becoming more and more similar to Inard now. He’s ambitious, suave, persistent and brave. Should I say ‘He sure is Inard’s son’ or ‘He sure is my son’?”
Vyvyan snickered: “Elizabeth, remember that Inard is your husband, while Troy is your son. How do you see it now? How did you do it last night? You must’ve been very sad these eighteen years. I know you. You’re a more emotional woman than I am. You definitely loved my Onii-sama, right? Therefore, you looked at Troy with the same gaze you looked at Inard with, didn’t you?”
Elizabeth replied in a soft tone: “I don’t deny it. I know that this is a bit cruel on my child, but I have no choice. My son is the same as his fath-”
“They’re not the same,” interjected Vyvyan. “My son is fearless, because we are his backing. Therefore, he’s not the same as Onii-sama. They’re completely different. Onii-sama will abandon you for the Galadriels, but my son won’t abandon you for tribes or whatever danger.”
“You mean…”
“This morning, he asked me what the situation in the West is.”