"My prince! Tell the King I am your mother!"
A woman cried, grabbing his arm.
"If you do, the King will grant me the Great Estate! No more taxes for my family! My house will be elevated to nobility!"
Another woman was desperately licking her fingers, using her saliva to try and slick her hair into a messy, spiky mess.
"Look! See? My hair is just like yours, Draculeus! We are the same! Tell the King!"
"Please... move back!"
Draculeus stammered, his blue slit pupils darting in panic.
"I am just here to see... I just want to find my mother..."
"I AM your mother!"
They screamed in unison, a chorus of ambition that made his head spin. Suddenly, a heavy, familiar voice cut through the chaos.
"BACK AWAY! ALL OF YOU!"
Percieval stepped into the light, his armored boots thumping against the floor. He shoved through the crowd of women with the practiced ease of an old shepherd. He didn't use his sword, but his gaze was enough to make them freeze.
"You lot of greedy vultures!"
