[Honey]

By the end of the day he found himself relishing in the silent cove of the library, the lack of windows and the soft smell of ink and leather leaving him feeling peaceful and content, even if he didn’t understand how to read any of the tombs in the room. Still, the marquess was at ease until his maid told him evening had befallen them and he needed to make his way to the prince’s chambers. He left his maid with thanks and the last book he’d been flipping through with no particular care before heading to the prince’s rooms