Drake rolled his eyes and picked up a bottle of wine with his chained hands, biting the cork off. The Baron snatched it from his hands, “Not today, your Highness. You’re to be presented to our guests cleaned and sober.” He chuckled, “And before you get excited, the bath attendants have been replaced by Matron Alma and her elder nurses. The fresh, young mistress you’ve grown accustomed to poking around with will be unavailable to you henceforth.” Drake raised his eyebrow. “It seems what’s left of your,” the Baron chuckled as he seemed to search for the right word, “virtue… has become a commodity.” “It is time to do your duty for the Kingdom of Kratus, young prince.”
