William's lips curved into a smirk as he replied, "Forgive me for saying this, Tenth Sun… but Mama raised no Bitch."
Asher stood silently, his gaze fixed upon William, who had spoken with utter conviction. Then, as though he had discovered a kindred spirit in madness, he allowed a gentle smile to tug at his lips.
Truthfully, he had expected the boy to step aside and join the others gathered to the left. If he himself had been placed in William's position, he likely would have done that without hesitation.
After all, possessing a noble title to inherit, be it even a mere Baron's title, was no small matter. It promised a life of relative security, a life of peace untainted by constant battle.
Such a life would mean waking up each day without fear, indulging in meals, enjoying rest, issuing commands to maids and butlers, signing documents, attending lavish balls and ostentatious gatherings organized by the nobility, and perhaps, in time, forming a harem of his own choosing.
