"I don't think that is a good idea."
"Why not? We had a shot at him once."
"Things were different then. Now everything has changed. There are rumours, you know, from some of my informants that he and the Mother might have something going on. That is power we don't want to challenge."
"Well, you can't blame me, he would be the King." She sighed, "if only Lewis wasn't some random orphan."
Clara hands clenched into fists between her silky white gown, on her laps, her nails digging into her palms, while her face remained plain like a blank slate.
"Our best shot is Leader Vulcan, you know. He is with no one, not engaged nor married, neither does he have his eyes on anyone," she leaned forward to her husband, speaking in a low tone for some unknown reason. "I did my research."
Her father nodded slowly, "you are right, he will do."
"What do you think about him, Clara?"
Think?