Cele woke to an empty bed and was not quick enough nor awake enough to stifle the disappointment that burrowed in his gut when he realized he was by his lonesome under the blanket.
He huffed and pushed himself up, now groggy and grumpy, only to be greeted by a prince. No longer dressed like a priest, and once again donning the proper trappings of a high standing member of Simonese nobility, Heiko rested casually at the breakfast table, one leg crossed over the other.
“Nice of you to finally wake up and face the world,” he teased with a smirk.
“Where are the others?” Cele asked quickly - so as not to get drawn in - rubbing his eyes and then pulling his fingers through his hair.
He could feel Heiko’s jade eyes watch him as he did. Considering the… out character… dream he had last night, Cele wanted nothing more than to limit his interaction with the young prince.
“Preparing the horses.”