Secret weapon

My head hurt the next morning when I woke up.

That was because I had gotten quite drunk last night because of the former king.

He really lived up to the promise of not letting anyone go until we were dead drunk last night, but that just went to show how happy he was about the news that he received.

I could only remember fragments of last night because of how drunk I was. However, at a certain point, the former king had even started trying to come up with names for the child even though it was still months before it would be born.

By the time that he had finally fell asleep, there was a list of names that had already been written down.

Turning to the side, I could see that list that we had come up with.

By the end of it, the writing became more and more illegible. It was clear that we were less and less able to write the more drunk we became.