He would never take his duties seriously.

His parents tended to everything in place of him, whilst he spent his days out on the town, flirting with those who caught his eye and sneering at the peasants, wasting his riches on jewelry and food.

Every local of the kingdom knew him all too well, and the bar you frequented became a new victim.

The brat in question just had to sit at the counter, right next to you.

“Aww, you’re pretty for a commoner... Can I get you a drink, love?”