Amadeus couldn't keep the frown on his face and from looking over at Ariel. At least Ariel had fully known who he was getting into bed with the first time they had been together. Had know what the risks in becoming the lover of the Sheriff. Rhys was completely clueless. Something he was going to have to resolve right now.
"Yes, the Marquess of Hell's Kitchen. I used to be the one over Chinatown until I became the Sheriff and splitting duties was too much." Which he knew explained shit all if Rhys didn't know how the court worked. "I guess they teach you a thing or two in those schools still. Think of the Camarilla as medieval Europe. We have a peerage a lot like Britain did. Underneath the prince, we have dukes, marquess, earls, all who are responsible for overseeing a piece of the city in the prince's name." He didn't point out the obvious fact that it came with the same power and clout as it had then.