“No, Mattin,” Seven says, glancing at the crowd gathered and amplifying his words so all can hear. “My father has sat on a throne and grown lazy. He is content with feasting and being worshipped like a god. But what sort of god sends his men off to fight a battle he’s too frightened to fight himself? He hasn’t gone to war in more than two decades because he thinks his own life is more precious than yours, but I don’t think that’s true. Your wife and daughter would disagree as well.”
Mattin straightens up before turning his head to glower at Seven. “Do you think you would be any better? How, when you put an SteelTownn w***e above your own people?”
Before I can feel the sting of that word again, Seven’s fist collides with the side of Mattin’s face and he doubles over, blood dripping from h
