[Camron laid on his stomach with his arm covering his face. The sun hit against his skin as he laid still. His mind just wanted to forget the night before, it was definitely out of his work, all of the day had been. He rolled to his back with a sigh, keeping his arm over his eyes and face. His mind was racing slightly.]

Once inside of his room Malcolm took up the task of getting himself dressed. He chose a button up shirt with a nice pair of pants that complimented the shirt. When he had slipped on the shirt he realized that maybe choosing one with buttons while having only one good arm wasn't the best idea. After about five minutes Mal finally buttoned the shirt up fully and let out a sigh before sitting down on his bed. He began to think back to what had happened last night and felt his face grow red in embarrassment.

[Camron got up after a while. He was still exhausted but knew it was time for him to get up and ready. He grabbed a dress shirt and pants. After changing he sat on his bed with his face in his hands. He sat silently. Camron sighed after a few moments, lifting his head. Camron got up deciding to grab a book to clear his mind.]

He pushed away any thoughts on what could have happened between them and instead focused on what he could be doing today. As he is thinking this he hears a knock at his door and says, "Come in." His mother walks in wearing a nice teal and silver gown and a smile on her face. "Good morning Mal," she says and she walks over to him and gives him a kiss on the head, "how are you feeling? Does you arm hurt any?" Mal shook his head, "No mother the medicine the doctor gave me have made the pain not feel very bad. I have gotten used to the sling though. May I ask what I am doing today?" The queen sighs and says, "Me and your father discussed this and since you have to let you arm heal a little more before doing a lot of activities we have decided that you will be having the time off. You will be staying in the palace and doing none of your princely duties until then." Mal sighs and nods in understanding before watching his mother leave after giving him a hug.

(So sorry, I have been busy then distracted then busy again, didn't mean for just a late post)

[Camron continued to read as he flipped through the pages of his book. Several times his mind trailed to what happened the night before. He didn't know what to do, nor what to think. It had been unprofessional, and out of his normality. Camron continued to try to read but his mind trailing just made it hard. He grabbed his sketch book and a pencil from his bag and flipped to a open page before starting to sketch.]

(It's fine!)

Once the queen had left his room Mal stared at the wall. What was he supposed to do then? If he wasn't going to be doing any of his duties for a while, what was he to do? After a long five minutes of thinking Malcolm stood and went to his closet. He carefully pulled out a canvas and a few paints and set up an easel on the small balcony he had. He pulled up the chair from his desk and sat down, placing his painting tools on a small folded up table.

[Camron continued to draw. His pencil glided along the paper. He continued to finish a drawing he had started long ago but lost the motivation to finish. The pencil ran as he drew the base of the bird, then the flowers, then started fixing the rough sketches. He began to forget about the night before and his mind stopped wandering away.]

Malcolm stared at the blank canvas for a while until he got an idea. He slowly began to make the rough sketch for the painting before making the more detail sketch. A dove landed on the railing beside him and cooed to him. The bird was familiar to Mal since he had been giving it food for a good while to have some company. "Oh hello little friend," he says with a smile and carefully leans back and opens a drawer on his desk and holds his hand, now full of bird seed, out to the bird.

(Ahh i didn't get the notification- i am so, so sorry for how late this reply is)

[Camron began to finish details on the drawing before setting the sketchbook beside him. He didn't know what to do. Camron grabbed his book once more and laid down rolling to his side. He held the book with a tighter grip as his eyes glided across the pages. His mind was finally able to focus on the story after he finally calmed down about what happened the night before. Sketching had helped him forget about it.]

(Like I said it's totally fine!)

As Malcolm painted his mind wandered back to the previous night. Was Margret, the maid he had spoken too, right? Did he have a crush on Camron? -We have only known each other for two days though- he thinks -how could I possibly like someone after two days with them?- Was it possibly because he had never met anyone outside of the castle for years now? Or was it the fact that he has to be thinking about finding a lover sooner than later?