His Highness Wilhelm Midius, Prince of Nothing, threw open the door and briskly walked in. Several people batted an eye. He didn't blame them. One didn't wear gilded armor and a long bloodred cape and then expected to blend in.
Blending in was not his intention however, indeed his purposes were quite the opposite. The King, royal family, and entire court all expected him to sulk. So decay them, he would sulk. They all expected the frivolous prince to waste his time getting wasted after being so suddenly disowned.
Little did they know this was what he had wanted. Little did they know he had been planning and waiting for this time. Little did they know he would seek his revenge, and true justice would be served.
. . . But first he needed to find a place to stay the night.
Will made his way into the room and glanced around. It was certainly very . . . rustic.
He made a rather imposing figure, with his sharp white and gold armor, previously mentioned cape, and perfectly styled golden hair. 3 large scratch-like scars cut down over his right eye.
Not an easily mistaken face. People would see him here, and they would talk, but that only furthered his illusion of sulking.
Will had, of course, heard of the Decay now affecting the palace, but he didn't give a rot. He had been long gone by the time it had struck. Every rotting one of them could go and decay off the face of the earth for all he cared. It would further his own plans, even.
He slid up to the bar, pushing past the small crowd of people there. It wasn't difficult, people tended to suddenly have other business that needed attending to when he ran into them. Who wanted to be seen with the fallen Prince?
"I would like a room, ma'am." He did his best to be polite. Just because one was on a quest of vengeance didn't give one an excuse to ignore the common pleasantries. He set a solid gold bar on the counter for good measure.