[Honey]

He kept silent through their trip, only remaining still in the arms for fear that trying to free himself would cause in angering the Prince. Still, practically no time went by before they arrived at the entrance the the garden. The door was clearly unkempt, a gate that held something that may, at one point, have been considered a garden. Rusted bars were trailed with thin a brittle vines that had no doubt climbed from the flower beds over the course of only the Prince knew how many years. His eyes were set with interest, watching as the old key still fit into the rusted lock, and with a rough twist, the latch of the gate could be heard opening. He said nothing as he was brought into arms again and carried through