The Fourth Prince, Lucas Skyfall.
"I am fin-"
Evane wanted to answer, however, suddenly, she stopped and narrowed her eyes.
"Fourth Brother… are you drunk?"
It may have been hidden with so many perfumes the man sprayed on himself, however, the moment he opened his mouth to talk, Evane caught that smell and frowned.
The people around her frowned as well, however, soon, their faces went back to normal.
Not here, this was not the time to act like that. Especially against someone who might have a shot at becoming the King of the Kingdom, no matter how small the chances were.
Also, they weren't really surprised by this anyway.
This wasn't the first time something like this has happened.
The Fourth Prince was a well-known drunkard.
The Black Sheep of the Royal Family.
Evane knew about that, however, she didn't expect her brother to come here like that. From what she remembers, her little brother knew how to hold himself back.
Well, he did when she left this place.