The young Prince, Zen and Joe were seated on the grass, enjoying the early morning sun. The grass was still wet from the last night's fog and the early-pre-sunrise dew. The winds that blew were equally cold, carrying a certain moisture in them.
Taking a deep breath, James smiled, falling on his back, gazing up in the sky. He watched the clouds of all shapes and sizes scurry at a normal place. "Enjoying yourself, mon ami?" Joe asked. He and Zen were seated on either side of him. They were amused to see young man of 16 act like he had never been out in the open before.
"I wished I never had to go back."
"Not even to your lady?" Joe teased as he winked at him.
"Don't speak of her like that." The young Prince's voice wasn't playful. It was serious with a hint of coldness. He wasn't sure
