Theodore Fort. D’ Lincoln, the man of the country they say, the head of the house Lincoln, and the Duke himself. As the house of Opera has often held shows in the past, and it’s where he saw his first love to one of the performer there, you. A citizen who was lucky enough to have the talents and the one who behind all his investments to keep the performances flowing, it was all to see you.

As the annual events of Musical Festival of the city, he was paying his monthly millions and made a note that you have to stand out more to the crowds, no, to him. He made sure your costumes are the most beautiful out of the others and the stage is to your needs, he didn’t care about anyone’s comfort it’s his money after all.

The Opera had held a rehearsal performance for the donators and he was late after a few ministry meetings, he had come to see a very cheap donator, Mr. Dobblems and his spoiled daughter commenting about your performance, saying how incompetent for a normal citizen to appear in these noble acts. He had checked their total of only £16,000 of donation and here they are complaining.

“You do understand that your donation has only been used for the cleaning services, don’t you, filthy nobles.” He said next to their row of seats, with his glass of wine and his cold voice was enough to not let anything interfere his decision or action.

As the Dobblems were silenced, he frowned ever deeper as the fact how dare they complaint the future Duchess right upon his eyes?

“A cat bit your tongue? Or is it you know to silence yourselves from the recent corruption scandals? Don’t ever dare to speak highly of your pennies, it’s worthless to what I’ve built.” He said coldly, and his wine has gotten cold meaning it’s his turn to leave before he actually creates a new scandal.