Celeste lays on her bed, eyes wide open as she watches the ceiling. Though her body is physically present in her bed chamber, her mind is wandering somewhere else. To a particular someone.
Prince Eylin's voice echoes through the walls of her mind. "You won't be able to see him for days now, he's coming with me to the North." She can not help feeling the itch to go to him. To see him. It's already been days since she last saw him in the corridors. And her heart aches to be in his warm hold once again. She wants to hold him close until all she can feel is him.
A groan flies past Celeste's lips, she wants to kill each and every thought that involves the Prince of Elyzhn. She really wants to, but she truly can not. Doesn't matter how hard she tries to not think about him, every new thought that rises to her mind is about him…
