The Castle, The Clash

"Shut up Lucius, I'm the prince and I'm not even complaining," Alaric said to his friend as they stepped into the bar.

A burly man at the bar let out a booming laugh, slapping the back of another patron so hard that his drink sloshed onto the table.

A group of merchants argued over a dice game, while a trio of women in revealing dresses whispered and giggled as they eyed the newcomers.

Jean ignored it all and zeroed in on the food.

She turned to Lucius, eyes wide with hunger. "We're getting the biggest platter they have."

Lucius smirked. "Do I have a say in this?"

"No."

Alaric, meanwhile, pulled Salviana closer as a few wandering eyes lingered on her. His voice was low but firm. "We'll eat quickly and leave."

Salviana raised an amused eyebrow. "Worried someone might steal me away?"

Alaric didn't answer, but the way he tightened his grip said enough.