"Boss! Morosuke-sama!"
Up in the private upper quarters of the castle, one of Morosuke's men stumbled into the room without so much as announcing himself, shoving the doors open so hard they slammed against the frame.
The chamber he burst into was large and dim, heavy with the lingering smell of sweat, sake, and incense. Rich fabrics lay scattered across the floor in careless disorder. On the wide bed at the center of the room, several women slept in tangled sheets, their bodies limp with exhaustion, the marks of a long and brutal night still visible on their skin.
And there, seated among the wreckage of indulgence, was Morosuke.
