Chapter Ten
The ceremonial duties of burying his son—his queer son—along with the stress of dealing with the attempts on the life of his other son and his daughter in law had put Crown Prince Bradford in a foul mood. There was only one way to pull him out of that mood. Long ago he had realized that drink was at best a temporary solution with vomit inducing repercussions. Violence against others—sparring partners, his wife, a useless servant—was only a temporary relief but often generated other problems. It was easier and better to lose himself in the cunt of an available woman.
Bradford strained as he attempted to f**k his partner harder and faster. He wasn’t the young man he had once been, but he considered himself more than virile enough for the fairer s*x. His wife might be past her b
