His Lordship never understood the appeal of wine. Spoiled grape juice at best. So unlike his contemporaries, who used the
cold cells under their castles to lay down expensive vintages, Lord Blackheart preferred to use them as storage for
his slave-girls. Exercising the right of droit du seigneur over the most comely, buxom maiden from throughout his lands,
he sent out his slave girl collectors to bring the best of the best to his slave-cellar. From there, his lordship could
open the trapdoor in the floor of his bed-chamber and see what delights his men had procured for him this evening....
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