Daeron the Drunken
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The prince lounged in one of the brothels that decorated the street of silk. He yawned every once in a while, spent after spending the day whoring and drinking.
His hair was tussled, as he stayed under the sheets naked and half asleep, having bought a private room to spend his time with some of his favorite whores. Now though, Daeron was considering finding his way back to the castle, having grown bored for the night.