he loved his brother , of course he did! he would destroy kingdoms , move continents , kill anyone who ever tried to hurt his brother! but he was so overly protective!

The amount of persuasion it took to let the guards let him go out for a night without snitching on him was insane, and he's very good at persuasion.

so here he is, on his own with a cup of ale, and oh, he loved it... Of course, he got weird stares, fancy jewellery, expensive fur cloak, and covered head to toe in gold and red. Bur he relished in the stares , in the attention. He loved to be seen.

His attention shifted to a table about 2 tables down from where he sat , hearing a gentle melody.

The person's fingers gently ran over the strings , plying out a soft and gentle sound as they hummed along with it , mumbling soft words to themselves. A notebook lay on the table next to a half drunk cup of ale, and a pen joined the other objects.

He ran his fingers over the strings again, mumbling soft words before cursing. "no—that's shit...God, I'm so unoriginal—"