For all the time he spent basking in the daylight sun, the stickiness of the evening heat was enough to make even Prince Ferdinand uncomfortable. "My god" he exclaimed as he stalked through the door to his personal apartments in the upper levels of the Royal Palace. The tedium of the evening's diplomatic niceties, had been made just about tolerable by the selection of delicious food prepared for their northern visitors. Ferdinand had almost regretted returning for two extra helpings when the pastries and cakes were brought out. That Mercian lemon cake... how many slices had he had, two... three maybe? It was heavenly.
Upon hearing his exclamation Carlos and Jose emerged from their quarters off his primary bed chamber; Ferdinand had envied his two friends and companions being allowed to leave the party, while he was implored to stay and listen to the various important dignitaries. With little disguising of his boredom, Ferdinand had visibly yawned, and even dozed off for a moment.
"Royal Highness" Carlos said, joining Jose in politely bowing to their prince.
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