our love blooms (like flowers in the spring)

only we grasp the concept of it

Zach enters Jack's office whilst holding tens of letters.

"Jack, my love. Why are we getting correspondence from," he checks a letter, "Portugal? Have they even recovered from the French invasion?"

"They are doing well off." Jack reassures. "It must be their attendance confirmation."

"For our wedding?"

Jack chuckles. "Yes, my love."

Zach pinches his eyebrows together.  "Why is the Portuguese monarchy attending our wedding?" He starts checking the other letters. "And the Spaniards... the French... the Dutch -" He pauses. "How do you know so many people?"

"Well, when I was little, I went on a trip with my father. I happen to befriend most of the current men leading the countries. We all write to each other occasionally. I studied with most in Oxford, and because we have contracts with them."

"Contracts? Would you mind clarifying what you mean by that?"

Jack signs him to sit down. He refuses. "A long time ago, before my father became a Viscount, he travelled the world. And, whilst on his trip, he discovered a diamond mine—I believe it was in South Africa."

"That explains the precious metals' books." He mumbles.

"Yes, my love." Jack continues. "With his father's help, he bought this mine. Eventually, and with plenty of investment, the mine started to profit. We started selling to noble families in great quantities. Our name became known. Most of the diamonds the Queen wears today are from our mines."

Zach covers his mouth, his eyes wide.

"It is why I must have everything in check. If I can not manage a house, how am I supposed to manage such a business?"

"Jack... and do not lie to me; how much money is the house of Torrington worth?"

The curly head looks at him. "It is best if you sit down for this, my love."

Zach hastily sits down properly, as always. Jack grabs a piece of parchment and starts writing. He watches curiously as he draws one zero... two... three... four...five... his eyes start to widen six... seven.

Jack sets the quill down and slides him the paper.

Zack picks up the paper. "In sterling pounds?" He asks.

"Yes, my love." Jack confirms.

"Jack... how is this possible?"

"Plenty of hard work, investments, and luck, too." He answers truthfully.

"And you manage all this money?"

"With some help from my associates, of course. Otherwise, I would have to live in four different countries at the same time."

"How are you so... low key about it?"

"Most of the ton has no knowledge of this business. It is how we serve only the finest of clientèle. Only the most prestigious have the means to buy a diamond from us."

"From us, you mean...?"

"Well, you and I, of course." Jack chuckles. "Now that we are to be married, the business is yours as well." He holds his hand. "Unless you do not wish to be a part of it. I will not force it upon you, my love."

"These workers... they are well treated?"

"Of course, my love. I make sure of it. There are medical staff at all times in the mines. They are served food and given a place to sleep in."

"Are they paid? How much?"

"A pound every two days."

"Goodness, that is a lot." He rests a hand over his chest.