I’d told myself I wanted to be honest with her. I'd just told myself only moments ago that I didn't want to hide anything from her anymore. So, I took a deep breath and answered her.

"Yes," I said plainly.

She scrunched up her face and nodded, her expression difficult to interpret.

I rejoined her on the couch. She immediately went back to doctoring my hand. I assumed that must be a good sign.

"I inherited the title from my father when I inherited ...