father is drunk once more, at this feast of hunting celebration, and all he can do is watch from across the tentโโfeatures illuminated within firelight, goblet lifted to his lips for a long sip of mulled wine. it seems this night will never end.
trying his utmost best to stay still as his handmaidens intricately braid his golden strands, but the nerves in his heart prevent him from doing so. he despises being put on display like thisโโno thanks to his father.
a shriek of agony at sudden awakening, sweat soaking the collar of his nightgownโโalready almostโweeping, bedding clutched to his chest. ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ . these night terrors never cease.