[Honey]

The prayers came easy to him, each word coming to him quickly from years of reiteration. Though, he could not say his mind was as focused as his tongue. The previous night’s activities in the garden had taken over his thoughts through the evening, and even persisted through the morning. He hadn’t yet found the prince amongst the halls of the castle before leaving for the morning prayers, though he knew they’d run into each other again. Collecting another bead on his rosary, he spoke his latin along with the priest.