Prince Eadric strode into the room, unaccompanied by guards of any sort.
"I apologize profusely, Furst," he began, bowing as he walked. "My crew was late in taking off--something to do with fog, as if there ever isn't fog over the British Isles--and though I insisted they hurry we were late. I am very sorry for all the inconvenience this has no doubt caused you."
He pulled out the chair next to the furst and sat down, crossing his legs.
"You don't mind if I sit here, do you? I hear some monarchs are touchy about that--personally, I enjoy when things are simple and direct."
He adjusted the orange handkerchief in his pocket, the one that he always wore to the brothels. He had worn it today because he was overdue for making a stop at one; his stress had been piling up over the past week, to the point where he had woken up today with split ends.
Though his posture was polite and he gave the impression of good patience, he was positively itching to leave and find a frisky whore.
"I apologize profusely, Furst," he began, bowing as he walked. "My crew was late in taking off--something to do with fog, as if there ever isn't fog over the British Isles--and though I insisted they hurry we were late. I am very sorry for all the inconvenience this has no doubt caused you."
He pulled out the chair next to the furst and sat down, crossing his legs.
"You don't mind if I sit here, do you? I hear some monarchs are touchy about that--personally, I enjoy when things are simple and direct."
He adjusted the orange handkerchief in his pocket, the one that he always wore to the brothels. He had worn it today because he was overdue for making a stop at one; his stress had been piling up over the past week, to the point where he had woken up today with split ends.
Though his posture was polite and he gave the impression of good patience, he was positively itching to leave and find a frisky whore.