"But how could a man who plotted to get rid of his father and brothers to finally seize the title truly be kept down by a woman? Even if she was his own mother?" Terence shook his head, the wrinkles on his face deepening. "It doesn't make sense. None of it. It was as if... as if he became a different person overnight."
Eleanor listened quietly.
Of course, she knew why.
Because the "Sylvan" who came later was no longer the original Sylvan.
That was her father, Murphy.
But she merely went along with what Terence was saying, asking in a faintly curious tone, "Hearing you put it that way, it does sound strange. But perhaps he went through something that changed his perspective? Or... maybe his life in the South showed him a different way to govern?"
Terence scoffed. "Ideas can change, but a man's nature is hard to alter. A wolf doesn't suddenly become a sheep. Unless..."
