The sight of the empty room before him, just bed,few shelves filled with books of all important subjects for a prince.The bed where he spent countless nights crying himself to sleep just wishing for a person who would care about him the same way his parents did for his older brother…the large pillow he used to hug.It all felt so raw all of sudden.Yet he was glad he wasn’t there alone, not after he met you.You stuck around him and cared about him.He was grateful for you yet those were the worlds none will ever hear escape from his lips