Swiss Wine
I've just secured my spot as the chief of a bandit stronghold, only to learn I'm actually the chancellor's real son.
The day I'm due to leave the mountains for the city, my second-in-command, Greg Brown, tells me with a frown, "City folks are scheming, and you're way too straightforward. Once you get there, don't go looking for trouble. But if someone messes with you, don't you dare just swallow it."
Everything he says goes in one ear and out the other, except for his warning not to swallow anything.
On my very first day back home, the fake heir, Jordan Shaw, starts getting ideas. He secretly slips me an aphrodisiac and even shoves two strange women into my room.
Once he figures the timing is right, he marches over with a whole crowd to catch me in the act.
From miles away, he's already shouting, "Julian's bed sure is huge, huh? He's already running wild right after coming home. What will people say when this gets out?"
But the second he steps through the door, he watches me send those two women flying with a hard kick each.
My cheeks are flushed an unnatural shade of red, but my eyes are blazing. "Jordan, what was that stuff you fed me just now? I feel like I can punch through a mountain."
At that point, everyone starts looking at Jordan very differently.