Suede was a doting father and proper family man. He worked hard every day to come home to his loving wife and rambunctious son, who weight on him hand and foot and he settles down in his house clothes with a pipe. And in return for such care, he paid the bills, managed the lawncare, and made certain his son got only the best of learning he could find.
And amongst the many tutors and personal efforts into the education of the boy there would no doubt had there were inevitably some gaps. And what would be the best place to fill such gaps? Why from the school's current mistress, and that would lead Suede to his current location, sitting in the front row of the desks of the school, an apple a book, and a stencil resting on the surface before his clasped hands. No one else had arrived yet as the tailor had made certain to show early, just after dawn, to await the arrival of the teacher.
He had yet to decide if he was there for himself to take the learning back home, or to see if Rhaena could really handle his rather unique son. They should talk, so he waited.
