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In this verse, Hareton inherits Wuthering Heights and, depending on Catherine’s fate, possibly Thrushcross Grange as well. The fortune is substantial, but it arrives without polish. He is landed, legitimate and powerful in ways society recognises, yet still visibly out of step with it – rough in speech, untrained in etiquette, deeply suspicious of aristocratic softness.

Rather than remain on the moors, he chooses to venture beyond them. Partly out of necessity (cough cough marriage prospects cough cough), partly out of a stubborn need to understand the world that once excluded him. London society would likely read him as an oddity. A man with land and money, but no appetite for performance. Someone who watches more than he speaks, who treats servants with an unsettling fairness, who does not seem to know when he is meant to be impressed.

This verse would lean heavily into:

class tension and social theatre.

inherited trauma colliding with inherited power.

the violence of refinement.

Hareton learning to survive rooms instead of weather.

No…You stay and get a good life…Bro.

..... LOL

I am hawt. 

/snorts