Despite his denial Luciano drank, too much. Day be day he would consume copious amounts of, very, expensive wine.

Most of his white frilly shirts where adorned with red stains and his breath always had an alcohol aroma. It was though he would go up in flames if even a spark went near him.

The prince was careless, despite the fact he would one day inherit the phone he was unserious and had not a single care to do all of the lessons his father pushed him into.

Today was a particularly unpleasant day, the anniversary of his mothers beheading. He finds himself carelessly pouring wine into his mouth. He stumbles to ring his bell to demand more. When you, a servant, rush into the room.