Cele sat awkwardly at the table, between Rudolf and Kaifin, and across from the prince. The chaste prince. The virgin prince. His eyes invariably ended up on that fair face, no matter how he tried to stop it. He didn’t know what was transpiring within himself. Soon after the prince concluded their earlier discussion, he decided that he was no longer feeling amicable and left the chambers. Cele didn’t know where he had gone to, and didn’t dare question it, but for hours following, he found his mind making twisted paths he had never before ventured.
Blonde hair, blue eyes, fair and milky skin - such was not his type. He preferred dark hair, dark eyes, warm features. Such reminded him of home, of the sound of the ocean on clear summer nights, of the smell of the fig trees. They were comforti
