"He won't hang you for it. Declan would." Ronan dreads the day his brother takes the throne. It wouldn't be the same kingdom they live in now under his power hungry brothers thumb.

More food is heaped onto an actual plate and he starts to pick at it while continuing to drink. "Doesn't matter what I want. That's not how being a prince works." His words are filled with contempt for his position. "Let me guess. You're smart, right? Ambitious. You like to study and read and obey. That's why I'm being forced. So he can try to make me into someone I'm not."

Ronan pauses to take another drink. "That's why you're here right? To use to me make something out of yourself. It's not noble so you can lay off of me."