It's a hefty offer from the gatekeeper to a new life. The weight of promise sits as heavy in him as the gold on his shoulders.

Words are important. The words themselves, but more importantly, the way you use them. His father had told him that when he was a boy and Izzy has never forgotten.

He works his jaw for a moment, looking for what he wants to say, tick in his cheek flaring as he clenches. When he looks up to meet Ed's eyes, they are full of fire.

"Because I fucking hate the crown. And I would see every last one of them burn before I went back to slave under The Jack."