The Prince was drunk.
Ilona knew he was drunk and she knew her brother must know it too but the Duchess seemed to take his word on it that he wasn't. Knowing a drunken Prince with a bad reputation was going to go get involved in their plea to the King made her uneasy but she knew it was too late to stop him now. She would just have to hope he didn't make things worse for them.
He was dressed in a wrinkled shirt and breeches with a hole in them. His eyes were bloodshot and the smell of alcohol hung around him like a cloud. Ilona felt her stomach knot. This didn't look promising.
Delaney 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 thankfully, he did so. She used the water to try to tame his golden locks into a more presentable appearance but it wasn't much use. He needed a bath.
