“My dear sweet nephew, You foolish boy, You disgrace. Do not disappoint me again or I will make you regret it. I do not need to remind you of the consequences.”
Such things could never be spoken in public but behind closed doors well that was an entirely different story. The need to keep up a perfect image for the public.
To be the perfect poster family, the charming Gleefuls. They’ll work their way right into your heart with their sweet charm.
How sickening. I never liked the public. I prefer to hide away from those monsters within my study. For they too would likely see me as a monster. Humanity is the real monster. Not I, The one they see as a freak. One to lock away within a tall tower deep in the woods.
Foolish
In the end they all disappoint me. It’s just another broken record on the gramophone at the end of the day.