[Honey]

Nervously licking his lips to give them half a sheen and cure his brief moment of dry lips, he stared at the heavy door of his husband's chambers. While the other nights it simply seemed frightening, that night it only seemed intimidating, the dark wood standing out more than he'd remembered it to. Lifting a hand to rhythmically knock on the door the marquess was greeted with some sort of noise he could only assume was a confirmation to come in. "Good evening my lord," the boy calmly said as he stepped into the room. His eyes took note of the prince lounging about enjoying a book as he'd done before, and though his curiosity was piqued it was stolen by the box laying beside him, and a question managed to escape him. "What is it you have brought this evening?"