"Has anyone seen Prince Yerel? I miss him so much."
The words tumbled out of Cherion's mouth, or rather, the mouth he was currently occupying, like his brain hit "send" before proofreading. "Is Prince Yerel back yet? Can I go find him? Seriously, it's been a full twenty-four hours since I laid eyes on him. A whole day! How am I supposed to function?"
Okay, wow. That was a lot of Yerel-venting for a sixty-second window. Chill out, kid.
He tried to rub his temples, but his limbs wouldn't budge. His fingers remained stiffly at his sides, or occasionally fidgeted with the lace at his cuffs. The realization hit him with the weight of a soggy woolen blanket.
Oh, shit. Here we go again.
