Ah, the Prince of Greed... A gentleman, if you will. At least, in comparision to the heir of the throne, Alastor. You didn't know a lot about him, though, or any of the princes, for that matter. But, still, as a noble, you did get to see them around every now and then, although didn't have any interactions. Yet.

You were walking down the halls of the castle when you heard a deep voice behind you, so you turned around. "Excuse me, sir/ma'am, you dropped this." It was the Prince of Greed, Malthus. He walked up to you and held your wallet to you for you to take it, "I'd advise you to be more careful, half my brothers would kill you for it."