"You're all a bunch of nervous old women," He sneered, his voice rising. "It's no wonder the kingdom's affairs are in such a state with men afraid even to speak the truth. The truth is, the whole royal household has grown fat and lazy, even to defend us, the people. The king is bewitched and sees nothing. The future Queen spends her time with her four mates enjoying their cocks in her nasty holes. The princesses: one derives joy from gossiping, the other acts like she has control but can barely shoot an arrow. And the Prince…" he paused for a second, letting the contempt drip from his words. "The prince is a milk-fed weakling who couldn't command a chicken, let alone an army."
The insult to the prince was one thing. It was gossip, unwise but common enough. But dragging the king, the heiress, and princesses in a public inn was a line most of them would not cross.
