Not being much of a drinker, Henry didn't know when to stop people from buying him drinks.
The three older knights simply sat back and watched with amused expressions on their faces. It was some kind of right of passage for them. They had all been in Henry's position at one point in their lives.
As the evening turned into night, Henry forgot all of his manners and he leaned into the tabletop with his elbow, his hand propping up his heavy head.
"At least the pain in my side is gone," he muttered, slowly blinking his dark eyes.
The pub was lit up by a large fireplace and candles were lit along the walls. There was still quite a crowd of people despite how late it had gotten.
It seemed to Henry that people within the walls didn't have to worry about going to bed early.
Henry ran a hand over his face and reached for his mug that was in the middle of the table.
"To the princess!" he suddenly shouted and finished off the last of his ale.
