THE TRASH PRINCE'S SYSTEM

In the powerful Thaloria Kingdom, there lived a trash third prince of the Thalorian Royal House, named Third Prince Cain Vailtair Thaloria, who could have grown up to be a Forbidden Mage, with advanced multi-elemental magic skills, and other sorts of magics in order to protect the ordinary mages from the wrath of the Holy Church, yet he deviated from that path, and he ended up becoming the head-ache of his father, the King Alexander Cain Thaloria, and his second brother, Second Prince Theron Valeheart Thaloria, who is second in line to the throne.

There was once a time when Prince Cain Vailtair Thaloria was serious and dedicated to his studies of magic, and the ways of business, martial arts, finance, weaponry, warfare, and ruling, which he was supposed to know as a Prince of Thaloria.

But along the way Prince Cain Vailtair Thaloria lost his focus, and got entangled into a life of fucking hot young girls who just turned 18 every single night, booze, and getting involved in one shameful fight after another, in which he always used his knowledge of warfare, weaponry, and martial arts, and often ended up killing those who angered and antagonized him after a brief but brutal fight.

Prince Cain Vailtair Thaloria always got off scot-free every time it happened, thanks to his status as a royal, and thanks to the fact that his second brother, the Second Prince Theron Valeheart Thaloria, and his father, the King Alexander Cain Thaloria, always covered up for him and made sure he went unpunished every single time, despite the loud denunciations from his eldest brother, the Crown Prince Alaric Vaelen Thaloria, who always kept insisting that the third prince should be banished to some distant, dangerous place on the outskirts of Thaloria to teach him sense of responsibility.

The nobles looked down on him, The Holy Church and the Crown Prince often mocked him and loudly called for his banishment, and half the commoners of the realm disliked him, but the tavern-keepers and brothel owners loved him, since his endless spending on alcoholic drinks and girls meant great profits for their business, even if he often caused deadly brawls.

And the same cycle went on nonstop day after day, and today was no different.

Man, it feels good to do the same thing day after day, with no problems to solve.

Prince Cain thought as he entered his favourite tavern in Thaloria City, Gilded Goblet Brothel Tavern, which served strong, rich and sweet mead, the favourite go-to drink of Prince Cain whenever he happened to be inside the tavern that also served as a brothel late in the afternoon.

Prince Cain stank of indulgence, even when draped in his best finery. He favored the softest, most expensive damask and brocade, but wore them with a casual sloppiness that ruined their real value. His blue sapphire silks, though fine, were stained with mead stains, and wrinkled from being tossed aside and folded carelessly. His deep emerald tunics were loose and unbuttoned. Instead of tailored elegance, he chose cuts that swallowed his frame, which reflected his choice of easy and lazy luxury. Gold chains hung as heavy burdens around his neck. His boots, made of fine black leather, were scuffed. He wore silk blue gloves that hid smooth but hard cruel hands.

Prince Cain sauntered inside the tavern, and closed the tavern door. His presence alone was commanding enough to make men and women both stop drinking, and gawk at him in awe. He walked straight to the counter, neither glancing left nor right with head held high, his back straight, and a bold swagger in his steps.

Prince Cain saw an empty spot near the tavern, sat down on the chair, flagged down a passing tavern girl, grabbed a tankard of mead, and ordered a full serving of an entire honey glazed roasted chicken spiced with chillies and finely ground black pepper, then reached underneath the girl’s underclothes, touched her and rubbed her down there and made her moan with pleasure, before letting the girl return to her normal duties.

Prince Cain’s sharp viper eyes scanned the entire tavern, until he found Anya Hill, the female host of the tavern, and approached Anya, who was busy serving the wealthy and highborn patrons of her tavern, along with the serving girls.

“Fancy seeing you serve your tavern customers, Anya. You could have let these lovely serving girls of yours run the tavern, while you sit collecting the money. “

Prince Cain quipped with a hint of mockery.

“ So you’ve come to your usual haunts, and still haven't changed, Your Highness. Yes, I may be a wealthy woman now, but I haven't forgotten my roots. Unlike you, Prince Cain, who’s been born with a silver spoon in your mouth, I started out dirt poor with next to nothing. Doing what you consider menial labor, helps to remind of what I was before I became rich. I had to claw my way to where I am now. Enjoy your meal and mead, Oh, and if any of the girls here catch your fancy, just call them for some after-meal fun in bed. Have a nice afternoon ahead. “

Anya, a prosperous tavern and brothel owner of around 40 years old but still looked like she was still in her early 20s, smiled graciously at Prince Cain’s remark, and curtsied at the Prince with an elegant curtsy after approaching the Prince’s table.

As Prince Cain was about in to his meal, the tavern door opened, and a man who wore a red coat which had a double breasted front, a bright red trim and piping, a high collar, epaulets and tassels, a red sash, red fitted trousers, a dark red undershirt, and red boots entered the tavern. The man showed the badge of a Defense Minister to an approaching serving girl, and asked where the third prince is seated.

The serving girl’s eyes widened at the badge of the man, led the man to the table where the third prince was about to dig into his honey glazed chicken and mead, bowed her head deferentially, and returned to her duties.

“Defense Secretary Lucius Jeffries? What are you doing here, my lord? “

Prince Cain continued eating, as if nothing serious was about to happen.

“Third Prince Cain Thaloria, your father the King summoned you to the Throne room later that night. I believe it has something to do with all these constant eating, drinking, binge-fucking these attractive serving girls I see here, and getting into one fight after another.”

Defense Secretary Lucius looked about with distaste at the sight that beheld him, of young serving girls pleasuring their patrons right in front of the dining tables, with both the serving girls and their patrons now stark naked.

“ I advise you to prepare yourself, for what happens next will not be pleasant. Consider yourself forewarned, Your Highness. “

Defense Minister Lucius added before turning on his heel and leaving the premises of the Gilded Goblet Brothel Tavern.

“You called for me, Father? What do you need of me this time, Your Majesty?”

Prince Cain Vailtair Thaloria dressed in his ceremonial robes that night, and bowed an elegant mocking bow before his Father, King Alexander Cain Thaloria, his tone dripping with sarcasm. He glanced at the throne room. Luckily the courtiers weren't present, but he noted the presence of the Crown Prince, the Second Prince, and the Secretaries who counseled the King on matters of the realm.

“ You dare to mock me, boy? Your actions have greatly shamed me, your two brothers and the entire Council. You brought nothing but shame on the dignity of the Royal House of Thaloria. I called you here to inform you that henceforth, you shall be banished from the royal court, and forbidden to enter Thaloria Royal City. After much discussion with your two brothers the Second Prince and Crown Prince Alaric Vaelen Thaloria, and my council, it has been unanimously decided that you shall be sent to the distant and wild Frostmark Province, to reflect on the errors of your ways and help govern the Frostmark Province. You shall henceforth be the Lord Protector of Frostmark Province, and I shall permit you to keep your royal privileges, your title as the Third Prince, and give you access to the royal treasury to do what needs to be done with no questions asked.Prepare your things, for Wildling Outpost is far, and the way is perilous. You shall henceforth travel immediately the next day, at first light. This royal decree is effective immediately.“

Prince Cain tried to sputter and protest in indignation, but with a nod from the king to the Lord Commander of the Royal Kingsguard, the Royal Kingsguard ordered his men to bar the way to the King with their spears, and usher the Third Prince out of the Throne Room. The last thing the third prince saw and heard before being ushered out the Throne Room was a ripple of laughter from half the Council, and the Crown Prince who could barely hide their grins, but they immediately quieted down with a sharp look from the King. The Second Prince wore a half-smile that could mean anything, and the facial expressions of the other half of the Council were veils of stone and ice.