A string of curses left Zane's mouth as his trembling hands tried to cover up the wound Tyrion gave him. He couldn't stop the blood which oozed from the open wound, dripping down onto the floor.
It wasn't a fair fight.
Zane didn't have a gun in reach to use.
What kind of prince would come into someone's home and attack them like this?
"You royal bastard!" Zane spat, glaring at Tyrion. How was he to find work like this?
"I am not the one who is a bastard. You inherited a good home, so you should have lived quietly instead of chasing around women. You brought this on yourself," Tyrion said, lacking sympathy for Zane.
Zane tried to stand up. The pain in his leg was unbearable, but he had far worse beatings than this when he was younger.
Tyrion shot Zane's left leg, causing another cry to fill the room.
Tyrion thought it wasn't fair for only one leg to be in pain.
"You won't get away with this. Me speaking about your wife isn't a crime," Zane said.
