Javier took a sip of his wine, savoring the rich flavor as Buddy casually sidled up next to him. The giant orange pekko, with practiced stealth, used his beak to pluck pieces of meat from Javier's plate one by one, each time glancing at him with a smug, beak smirk.
"Or maybe I'd grow into the kind of noble who craves power above all else. The kind who would poison his own father to speed up his inheritance, frame his siblings for crimes they didn't commit, and have them executed or exiled just to eliminate any competition. I'd marry for political gain and keep mistresses for pleasure, and if any of them became a problem, they'd disappear without a trace. I'd make sure my name was feared, not respected, because in a family like that, fear is the only currency that matters. No loyalty, no love, just ambition and blood."
