The great hall was empty.
Only flickering candle flames.
The spirit tablets pierced the eyes.
A strong smell of alcohol wafted from Henry Cooper's room.
He lay collapsed on the ground, dead drunk, with a bottle of wine hanging from his lips, and beneath him lay a whole row of empty bottles.
"Hic..."
He hiccupped, rolled his eyes, and choked himself, his brows furrowing tightly, with black stubble unshaven for days and unkempt hair, making him look particularly haggard.
"...Gone?"
He dumbly shook the bottle in his hand, emptied again, threw it casually at his feet, and shouted loudly, "Someone! Wine... bring me wine..."
"Prince, here's the wine you asked for."
Soon after.
A maid brought him another box, clearly accustomed to the routine, placed the wine beside him, and quickly lowered her head and ran off.
