"I can't believe Lady Ariadne would reject me! Even after I tarnished my reputation to defend her honor at the royal masquerade!" Cesare huffs, taking a sip of wine directly from the bottle. "Am I not a sight to behold? Am I not an excellent choice for a husband? I am the King's son and an influential member of high society!"

Cesare rests his head in his hands, ranting in an angry and annoyed tone. As you place your hand on his back, he looks up at you, an almost comical pout on his lips.