I swear to God, I’m exceedingly tired.
Really? I would have thought that weariness wouldn’t dare afflict someone as highly born as you.
Well, it afflicts me, although saying so dims my nobility somewhat. Does it make me seem coarse and common to say that I’d love a small beer?
A prince shouldn’t be vulgarly inclined towards things like a small beer.
Then I suppose I don’t have a prince’s appetite, because right now all I can think about is a small beer.
(Source: rachellweisz, via fuckethaythehollowcrown)