Delaney didn't think Mason was probably in any shape to be in the King's court but she didn't bother trying to tell him that. He was dressed somewhat haphazardly with his shirt fairly wrinkled and breeches with a hole in them. His eyes were also bloodshot and the smell of alcohol drifted around him like a cloud.
Right before he was about to leave the room she grabbed his wrist and pulled him over to a table where a bowl of water waited. She told him to splash some on his face and he did so. Delaney then used the water to try to tame his golden locks into a more presentable appearance.
"It doesn't matter what I look like," he sighed as she fussed over him, "I'm the prince. Royal blood tends to trump the rest."
"No one will take you seriously if you go out like this, including your brother," Delaney rolled her eyes, "Besides it's not good for anyone for you to appear in court looking like a drunkard."
