[Honey]

The sight of his parents offered such a reassurance that it seemed impossible to explain. Pulling his mother into a tight hug he was given a sweet peck on the cheek and told that the dress had been sent to his chambers. Only a mutter of a thank-you escaped him as he returned the peck before letting her go. Turning to his father he was met with the decision of offering a handshake, or hugging him as well, though the man seemed to make the decision before him. Firmly squeezing the hand in his own, he briefly felt as though he were back at home. Only the moment was short-lived as his mother grasped his attention again, gesturing to the prince hurrying closer to the beat of the church bells. “Fancy to see you so early my lord,” he said with a flourishing curtsey. “May I introduce you to both my father and mother, Duke and Duchess of Swanson.”