The shouting was enough to make anyone’s ears ring. The youngest prince of Cilvian was throwing another hissy fit over one of the gifts he received from a commoner

Every year the youngest prince of the Kingdom of Cilvian demanded each and every villager bring him a gift, and if he did not deem it up to par, there’d be hell to pay, even if the kingdom was going to hell currently..

“What in the lord’s name is this absolute piece of garbage?! Have you no sense of style, you half-wit? Get out of my sight before I have the guards drag you out!" Prince Ian hissed redundantly towards the commoner before him, another piece of garbage, in his fine opinion "Hmph! Has no one a single sliver of smarts when it comes to gift-giving? Next!"