"Get up, boy, or I`ll have Rate and Alxine drag you out of here."
Marith blinked and smiled and something dark and rotten climbed out from behind his eyes. The background noises in the room faded. A sound from far off like a sword being drawn.
"No."
"This is an order. We leave, now, and tomorrow you`ll be whipped."
"I said no." Marith raised his cup, drained it, refilled it, drained it again. "I am a prince of the line of Amrath the World Conqueror, kin to the dragons and to the Living Gods of Immier and Caltath. In my veins flows the blood of gods and demons from beyond the realms of life and death. My family has ruled over empires the likes of which the world has never known. We have been kings since the land rose from the sea and men first crawled from the mud to do our bidding." He bared his teeth, his voice an angry hiss. "I do what the hell I like."
The dramatic effect was spoilt slightly when he slumped sideways and was violently sick all over his lovely new coat.