At this time, the brothers also had a good conversation with each other. It was high time they did.
That evening, they were seated in one of the private reception areas on the estate that was not open to the public.
The faux fire burned low, glowing embers throwing soft light across their faces. For once, neither man carried the usual edge of duty or pride, just two brothers, finally speaking without interruption.
"You know," Ian began, swirling the last of his drink, "We don't do this often enough. Just sit and talk."
Brad chuckled, leaning back against his sofa. "It's been so long that I consider this talk a miracle, Haha! Us actually having a conversation instead of you-"
Brad paused, not wanting to continue. Despite what the public might think, the brothers were more in sync than they let on…. and Brad adored his brother, though you would never catch him saying that.
"High time we did."
