[Honey]

He found himself in the sanctuary of the library. No one was around and the only thing offered was the silence of the books and the smell of leather and ink in the air. Despite the ruse of not feeling well enough to work on sewing his textiles with the women in the garden, he kept his fabric and needle on hand to be worked on at his leisure. He did not think to look for the Prince after his daily work was to be finished with