Meanwhile, back at the stable house…
“Who the fuck are you?” Simon asked with a scowl, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the dim light of the common room.
“Mind your manners, pup,” Max warned before he swallowed another mouthful of drink. “Simon, this is Bryaxis. Bry’s an old friend of mine; he was Counselor Petronius’s favorite.”
“Another fucking whore? Why is he here?”
When Bryaxis slowly put down his cup, pushed back his chair, and stood, Simon’s mouth fell open. By gods, the man was as tall as a tree, even taller than Maximus, who was until that moment the tallest person Simon had ever seen in his short eighteen years.
After Bry retrieved the jug of wine and filled his empty cup, he walked over and fluffed Simon’s hair. “Well, aren’t you an adorable, foul-mouthed nitwit. I’m here, Simon, because our masters were close friends for many years, not to mention clandestine lovers. Unfortunately for the world, my beloved kind-hearted master was murdered instead of yours. In his last testament, Lucius left ownership of me to—” Bry swallowed and pointed towards the main house. “To that red-haired, pompous shit bag of a prick, Fabius! I don’t want to be here anymore than you want to compete with that filthy Dacian for your Dom’s fickle affections.”