[Honey]

Firmly setting his jaw, the boy let his eyes sneak a glance to the warm haired man sitting beside him before adjusting it back towards the altar. Lifting his hands free from his skirt to rest over his chest in a prayerful way he spoke softly to the prince as the monk began to start the mass. "I am beginning to see why your family had you marry a river heathen like myself. It fits you well.