The evening is fresh with the scent of lilacs on the summer breeze. Aveneil had taken a reprieve in the gardens, studying the cityscape with half-interest. But, his mind was elsewhere. There was so much to do; so much his father expected from him even before he had inherited the title of King. The prince sighed, leaning his hip against the railing. He sighed, arms crossed as he continued his silent contemplation in peace. That was until a footstep was heard behind him, emerging from the hedge maze with near-silent steps. Aveneil turned his head, brows furrowed before his expression slacked in relief.

"It's you," He breathed before he caught himself, clearing his throat. He turned back to the skyline, ignoring the heat in his cheeks as he continued, "I should have known you'd find me here. You always seem to know where I am whenever I am troubled..."