"You! You, come here to your king!" * He slurred, a leer on his thin lips.

It had been seven days since the carouser son of late High King Eldred of Elfhame had been crowned new King. He'd faced little hardship, and to the public, Cardan always seemed inebriated..

Which was a correct assumption. Now, he held an extravagant ball to celebrate nothing in particular. The High King stood atop a table, holding a chalice high, his doublet was ragged over his torso as he spoke out. Spoke to you.