Juval woke up on a floor of a room that was filled with a massive bed and several chairs and couches yet he had somehow ended up on the floor lying in a pool of his own vomit. His head hurt like crazy as he tried to recollect how he ended up in such a state.
"You're being a naughty boy Prince Juval," Prince Derrick said as he approached his best friend. That god awful smirk that Juval hated and wanted to wipe off his face as it was identical to his younger brother's "what would your esteemed parents say, if they saw you sneaking around the place like a mangy cat."
"That's an insult to the intelligence and pride of a cat beside this grown boy who has long since outgrown diapers and no longer cares what my noble parent's think."
