He goes into town for a short reprieve.

Prince Charming shambles out of the front door of the Forsaken Castle, crestfallen with a familiar pinch on his temples that denoted utter ennui. The loud clanking of his armor only served to add a soundtrack to his new headache.

"Fuck it."

He decided that this was a problem he could get around too tomorrow. Today he needed a drink. Or some comfort food. Or a whore or three to blow off a little steam. He'd come a long way and trained his entire life to awaken the princess and he really needed something to distract him, at least for a few hours.

Little did he realize, his next destination, at the time seeming of little consequence, would have the answer he sought.