Chapter 4, Brett Villa:
Brett stood and watched as the child-man from Perdition was lead into the hall. The mayor, his mother gathered them all to greet the envoy. Kill them all, he thought. The bastards started the war, let them all die.
He smiled as one of the younger slender virgin ladies of the court glanced his way and played coy behind her fan. She might need plucking soon.
He didn’t agree with his mother when she first freed the slaves. He wasn’t told her strategy, how could he? It was never a simple decree; it was a process, one she never once asked his opinion on. Not that she would’ve listened. His older brother, Jo, stuck his nose too far up her backside. She only followed his counsel. Damn Jo and his ass-kissing.
He scanned the audience gathered in the opulent marble hall,
