Man of War – Excerpt No. 329

He should show more—” Lutgarde said.

Why? He wouldn’t be here without his strength of will.”

“The king—”

Is a weak-willed child,” Marc said without realising that was not meant as a question.

Everyone in the circle laughed save for Marc and the boy.

A man who sold out his loyal soldier to placate my distant cousin’s ego,” Beatriz said. “Isn’t that how you fell out of favour with your father? De Prins?”

The room went silent, which was a feat in itself. Now, only one heart was beating strong and true. Given Marc’s state, that singular sound became his world.

A cinematic photograph of a Busy Venetian parlor, bathed in warm golden light, frozen in awe-struck silence as all eyes converge on a ravishing Spanish woman adorned in an opulent 16th-century gown, resplendent with intricate lace, silk, and ornate embroidery, dripping in exquisite jewels that shimmer like the Adriatic Sea, amidst the ornate velvet drapes, gilded mirrors, and marble floors, the atmosphere thick with drama and curiosity, capturing the majesty and mystery of Renaissance-era Venice, in rich, vibrant colors of emerald green, crimson red, and burnished gold.

Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.



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