Threat
An array of women and drinks surrounded Gwendolyn. His celebration at the palace was postponed because of the event currently going on.
The king gave him permission to do what he wanted and provided him enough to celebrate with his friends.
The latter had no friends to consider. But the women in his favorite pub were willing to keep him company.
"Eyeris is missing out on a grand party because of your sister," a woman with long luxurious hair whispered in Gwendolyn's ears. He chuckled, shaking his head. He reached for a drink while one woman was draped on his other side, massaging his chest.
The whisperer toyed with Gwendolyn's hair.
"You got one thing wrong, sweetheart," Gwendolyn answered. He watched as a food cart contained a massive masterpiece that was covered with white cloth. "Ysabel is not my sister. She's a nuisance."