The tavern of Castle Adiart was bustling, the court had spent a long hard day doing…something, the barkeep wasn’t really sure what it was the court did, but that didn’t matter now, it was a time to relax and be merry.
Unless of course you’re part of the tavern staff.
The staff were rushed off their feet as usual, and worse of all, he was here.
“Wahey!” came a raucous uproar from the corner of the tavern, the center of attention was the black sheep of the royal family, dressed in a ridiculous mismatching outfit with ale dripping down the front of his tunic, he slammed the tankard down on the table and let out a mighty belch, along with a cry of “another!”, the exasperated barkeep signaled to a waitress who brought over another round, the beer-soaked prince took the tankard and glug glug glug it was gone as soon as it came.
“Wahey!”
Belch
“Another!”
Pour
Glug Glug Glug
“Wahey!”
and so on.
The barkeep rolled his eyes, “I know he’s a Prince of the Realm but would it kill him to pay his tab once in a while” he thought to himself
“Wahey!”
Belch
“Another!”
Suddenly the bar fell silent, a stunning figure stood at the doorway, his luscious hair and perfect jawline almost shone with the dim light of the tavern’s lamps
“Brother! Our Father wishes to speak with you, so cease these ridiculous antics and make yourself presentable”
Two guards took the younger prince and escorted him to his chambers, where his butler was waiting with a change of clothes, his older brother tossed a sack of coins to the barkeep, “This should be enough to pay for the drinks”.
As the older Prince left the tavern he could have sworn he heard the barkeep mutter the words, “I wish”
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