[Honey]

The warm breeze rolled smoothly off of the river, gently crinkling the leaves of the tree above, and giving his hair a soft ruffle as though it were as soft as grass. His head gently rested against the bark of the tree as he listened to the softly sounds of the river. The light sound of waves, and the chittering of birds not far away, and the loud sound of his name. Wait- no, that was not normal to hear. Standing from his spot, the boy looked around the wide trunk of the tree to see the Prince not far away, though certainly not steady on the damp ground. "My Prince?" He questioned, standing from his nook, "What are you doing?"