Bessie
His timing had been off on his arrival in Terresol. He's assumed by the time he arrived in Sol, Queen Lane would have returned, but he was told that she hadn't returned yet. Of course he was welcomed to stay, but he accepted the dismissal and requested a letter to be sent his way at Erba the moment she arrived. It wasn't worth the trip to return home to Cromizon if she was on her way back, but of course that information wasn't disclosed to him. 

So he set course for Erba, intending to drop in on Brandon Welles, an older friend than the man deserved to have. The ride wasn't awful, and when he arrived in the rented carriage he was immediately questioned by the Welle's guards. His papers were handed over, and he wasn't held up long before he was allowed to enter the estate. 

Prince Brandon Welles had a reputation much like his own, only he'd managed it sooner and much more heavily than Connor had seemed to. By the time he was twenty-five, he'd firmly spread the rumor of his harem through Amoroth, and had gained a decent amount of applications to be a part of the playboy's harem. Brandon didn't quite have a harem, but it wasn't for lack of trying. He just didn't exactly have a place to hide them away, but every time Connor saw Brandon he felt like the man was beating the packs of women off with sticks. 

The Cromizonian Duke shrugged off his coat once inside, and was taken to a waiting room to be received.
George
Prince Brandon was sat in his Father's study, trying his best to look interested when Connor arrived. The Grand Duke, Edwin Welles, had two children. Upon his death, Erba would fall under the jurisdiction of his first born, and as much as he tried to rewrite history to make his daughter his first born child... The first was sitting in front of him. The Duke and Prince rarely saw eye to eye, but Edwin hadn't given up on Brandon just yet. Whenever The Prince wandered back from from extensive sailing trips, weeks out in the local brothel, or wherever he decided to call home for a spell, Edwin always updated him on the current events and issues in Erba. Underneath the Princes' extensive list of vices was quite a brilliant young man, and his father knew it. Brandon always had the gift of connecting with people, and even though his reputation labeled him as a immature playboy... His father took solace in the fact that he was too selfish and neglectful to ever try to build a harem of his own. 

When it was announced that the Duke of Cromizon was waiting to be received by the Prince Brandon's eyes lit up. Edwin sighed. Brandon laughed, "I swear to you I did not plan this. He took a risk in even thinking I was at home." Edwin rolled his eyes, "Go." 

Brandon entered the sitting room off the entryway where Connor was sitting, "I'm almost secure enough in my masculinity to kiss you, but best not push me to my limits. You look well. I'm glad you're here, let's go."
Bessie
Prince Brandon was the one to greet him finally, and he stood upon seeing him. "I didn't expect you to actually be here, I was half expecting to hear you were knee deep in women halfway across the world." Connor smirked, and when Brandon mentioned testing limits he snorted. The quick welcome and immediate offer to get out of there was enough, and Connor moved to follow the Prince out of the castle. 

If Brandon was in a rush it was most likely because he was trying to skip out on some diplomatic affair, and Connor wasn't bothered by that. He himself had been up to his knees in affairs, and he was hoping Brandon would have the cure in form of spirits and some entertaining stories. He wasn't quite allowed to be as free as he had been four years ago, and with a title and a duchy on his hip, it wasn't exactly the easiest thing to slip away from home anymore.