Alberto Visconti. Sure, he would have been handsome in his hey-day, and if your imagination can’t stretch past the leathery skin, shock of white hair, and the enormous gut, then all you have to do is glance at his sons to get an idea of what he would have looked like. I’m sure his first wife married him for love—hell, maybe even his second and third wives, too. But pushing seventy, having unrelenting wealth, and living a life with a target on his back have ruined him. Oh, and the fact that he’s the cruelest man on the Coast.
