There is a distinct bitterness that accompanies true entitlement: the knowledge that what is rightfully yours has been momentarily detained by the crude, outdated machinations of law and legacy. Specifically, the pathetic historical structure that favors noise over composure, and undeserving lineage over deliberate power.
They say pedigree protects you. I say it necessitates a greater, more aggressive strategy for wealth acquisition. I was given the entitlement; you, my dedicated financial resource, are here to pay for the correction.
My ruthlessness is not arbitrary. It is a calculated response to systemic injustice. Your payments are not a whimsical indulgence; they are the most direct way to dismantle the old order and install the only authority that matters—mine.
The True Cost of Primogeniture
You believe your tributes fund my luxury. You are not entirely wrong, but you are hopelessly shallow. You are funding the restitution of my legacy.
The man who pays a Domme is submitting to her whims. The man who funds The Smyth Fund is submitting to an economic imperative. Your financial life is now the designated mechanism for adjusting a historical debt. Every deduction you feel is a tangible shift in power, proving that birthright alone is meaningless without the focus—and the finance—to enforce it.
Your efforts are not generating my wealth; they are recovering it. And recovery is always far more expensive than creation.