Joe Abercrombie. The last argument of kings (№ 169483)

The son of a king? I'm disappointed. After all we've been through together, you readily believe the lies that I spread? This stuff was intended for the idiots on the streets, but the idiots in palaces, it turns out, just as easily swallow the sweet stuff. I bought you a whore. You cost me six marks. She asked for twenty, but I traded.