The king sat silently in the garden, watching life go on around him. He was hiding, and he knew it, but that didn't change anything. The past few days had been full of chaos, and he wanted nothing more then to be alone to his thoughts for at least a few moments. Despite wearing clothes meant for court and show, he sat in his golden clothing in the middle of a bunch of flowers, letting the scent tingly his nostrils. His royal purple cloak was hanging over a few flowers behind him, but he wasn't feeling up to adjusting it. He held is highly decorated sword in his hands inches above his lap as he sat cross legged, thinking. His simple blue eyes closed as he tiled his head back taking in the scent around him.

Moments passed, and the sound of a bird awoke him from his drifted state of mind. So peaceful here...no chaos, no panic....Is this what love feels like? I wish there was some way of knowing... He opened his eyes and looked down at the sword, stroking it gently with his gloved hand. I wonder what the court as in store for me today... He seemed to phase out of the world mentally as his mind listened to the chirping of the bird, taking in all the peaceful moments he could get before someone found him.