Prince Connor would have been truly happy, if he would not have to lurk the fact he is gay. He has everything except the bliss of a massive wood poking his arse hard. He does not care anymore about the rules, not even when he nearly gets caught by his father.
The Fury cannot be contained by bars. It must be pulled out only when your target is primed and ready. But you know, with This kind of fury, nobody is ever indeed ready. Willing - yes. Prepared - no. Vic Hall is a marionette of justice and a prisoner to your every dirty lust!