It was 'round the 9 hour of the evening, I had stepped out of the carriage after a tiresome day at the Tudor court. A weary servant approached me with concern, and he informed me of a heated dispute between my dear wife, Alejandra, and my eldest son, James. The very thought of my son, blood of my blood, showing such disrespect to his mother, the woman I loved and cherished, was enough to set my blood boiling. I rushed to the castle and, upon hearing his raised voice.