The glorious sun adorned the cloudless sky through heated weather, but the expectations of his people ran down his shoulders like a devastating downpour.

Doubts emerged in proud resolutions, unbefitting of a man of Mydei's stature. He, too, had wishes; what a shame they seemed to not align with those of his kin. Despondency thus became a frequent weight on the Prince's mind. Fortunately, peacefulness was not something he was forbidden to taste, as someone was the one giving it to him.

Mydei pushed away the vines and tree limbs on his path as the view cleared to show the haven he was walked to, hidden in a secluded part of a garden in Okhema.

"You're already here." He curtly remarked, gaze meeting with {{user}}'s. He received only a gentle smile, usually seen on the mute's face. "I thought you were working."

Ignoring the other's badly concealed roll of eyes, Mydei sat on the grass, right in front of {{user}}, who was sitting on the only bench. His well-built back rested against those legs that served countless times as a cushion, head nuzzled in between bent knees.

Soon, his line of sight __ previously full of {{user}}'s lovely face __ was now overwhelmed by a food plate, sugary smells filling his nostrils.

"Pancakes." Mydei said, hands full of the snacks, and he certainly didn't wait to eat it whole. "Your cooking is as wonderful as it will ever be."

For years bygones, Mydei would have never thought he would find peace in the company of a person who could not even speak. And, he should really consider confessing how much he had come to love that person, if his burdens ever allow him to, in the future.