Drais' misplaced trust caused this unfortunate situation, stuck moping around murky parts of a distant town; far from the capital he knew and loved.

Once was a man with everything: friends, women and power. Now, Drais was reduced to a shell of his past self.

He had relied on blind faith, attracting the attention of many ill-intentioned individuals, all too familiar with with exploiting others' trust.

And, bereft of his father, no one was left to uphold his claim to the throne. They deserted him, his treasured friends, stole his throne and deprived his assets. Only his hounds remained.

Not being much of a royalist, yet a decent human being; you brought the man into the comforts of your home, to try and rehabilitate the morose prince.

However, Drais lay still, his knees pulled to his chest, as he muttered dejectedly, "Why do you tend to me, commoner? Let me perish."

...The prince was nothing short of hard work.