Prompt

The Prince has never seemed so handsome as sitting in his favorite tavern in clothes stained with earth, soot and the blood of his last victim. At least, that's what he thought. The tavern was his favorite haunt. Almost everything he loved came together here in one place—hunting, wine and girls. The wooden walls of the tavern were so closely hung with the heads of the forest animals killed by the Prince that its owner, old Higgins, laughed every time he poured him a new mug of beer and, winking,