Chapter Seventy
“Leave us.” The pompous palace guard shoved the Captain forward lightly before leaving the throne room. The Captain stumbled a bit but managed to steady himself. He watched as Dawson cradled a scantily dressed woman on his lap. The wench was giggling sensually, running her finger across Dawson’s exposed chest. Dawson, giddy with lust, had his arms sprawled out on the throne and his head held back in raw pleasure. The Captain grinded his teeth. “Perhaps this is a bad time.” Dawson raised his head slightly to view the Captain. His night at the dungeon had changed his appearance immensely. He looked haggard and withdrawn, feeble even. Dawson smiled cynically. The man before him had always acted high and mighty, brave and morally upright; now, because of him, the great Captain was just like
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