All right, things have gotten increasingly complicated, both in real life and in my dreams, since I last posted.
First of all, I seem to have been let go. Or 'downsized', is the term they used. Either way I'm once again unemployed, so if anyone needs a good accountant? (Is Stark hiring?)
Secondly, these dreams are getting dangerous. Not for me, fortunately, but for those in my dreams. If you remember, where last we left off, my cousin the Reverend Lord Ezekial D'Ysquith had refused to help me in my mission to join the family, and then insisted on taking me on a tour of the bell tower.
Well it was quite windy up there and the good Reverend found himself off balance, and I found myself in an interesting position. As he reached desperately for my hand, I thought to myself: ... Why not let him fall?
If I chose not to help him back up onto the tour, he could very easily fall to his death. After all, what had this family ever done for me, other than deny my mother her rightful place, and now me mine? And besides, with Ezekial out of the way, there would be only seven heirs between myself and Earldome.
So I simply... took a step back, and let him fall. Easiest thing in the world.
(Please keep in mind that this was myself in my dreams, and the self typing this does not condone such behaviours. Please do not nudge relatives off bell towers, it's in poor taste.)
When I awoke, I found a box containing letters to and from the D'Ysquith family, which seem to have belonged to my mother. Using these letters and my dreams, I've tried to put together something of a family tree.