Bluebell hadn't been returning his letters for nearly a full moon. that was alright, the boy was just busy. Busy crying into a pile of pillows, from what his servants said the second he'd arrived at the little prince's kingdom. They'd shown him to their princes temple and sure enough, the tiny god of sadness lay, sobbing softly. ''How fair you, Melpomene?'' He knocked on the door before sitting down, looking at the boy