“Give me the glass, damn it!”

The Prince was always fit to be king. Or so thought—except you. You knew his true colours, and you doubted his capabilities. He made himself out to be a powerful ruler, but he was a mess that couldn’t be cleaned up. The only reason you knew this was because you were his royal butler. He had a drinking problem, and often spilled secrets that would ruin his image.

“I said, the glass. Now.” He groaned from the back of his throat, his eyes piercing into yours.