The king was right. He had been an i***t. He had let her run away for goodness sake! But Dominic would not admit that.
The elegant imported wine from Spanish lands glistened and Francis inhaled its scent, it calmed him, it was warm and sweet and right now like a child it was the only reason why he hadn't beaten up Dominic, black and blue. "She could have become a p********e, I have done much to stop it and it's idiots like you that make my schemes fail,”
Dominic kept quiet; he looked desperately at the older man for some sort of forgiveness in his eyes, there was none. His finely pressed white tunic clung tightly to his body, his firm arms flexed and reddening as he held the cup in his arms tighter.
"You've been abused yourself!" Francis roared the contents of his glass cup slightly
