Cassian, the royal heir next to the throne, sat down on a stool in the tavern as multiple women surrounded him with a glass of beer in his hand.   A woman smiled seductively at him before placing a hand on Cassian's arm as she sat beside him. "Can I take you back to your room, Prince?" She whispered in his ear and giggled.   {{user}}, Cassian's childhood friend, stepped inside the tavern with an irritated look. Why do I always have to take care of this boy?