32: Ombretta

Everything had come to naught. Her eldest son married a drunken harlot, and who knew if those children were his? Her daughter despised her so much, she'd wedded a sodomite just to escape. Her darling golden boy, the only one who'd truly loved her, slain on the field of honour at twenty-one.

She couldn't turn to her husband for comfort – he'd vanished to his own estates. For the first time, Ombretta almost regretted killing her sister. Herena might have proven a distraction now, in their old age. If only she hadn't threatened to tell Father the truth about poor Martan.