[Honey]

Had he only been so lucky as to have the evening for himself. Snorting softly to himself in an act of unladylike manner he adjusted the box in his hands as he traveled through the corridors towards his husband's chambers. While the morning had seemed eventful in and of itself, the thoughts had left him thinking about the Prince's power and what he could do, and it frightened him. Though the question truly at the front of his mind was why his husband wished for him to return that evening. He'd given him what he wanted the night prior, and he was still required to prepare for the following week. Pursing his lips, he rapped his knuckles on the door before slipping inside before so much as a confirmation was given.