Body, Heart, and Soul
Body, Heart, and Soul
He hated the castle, hated the drafty halls and huge rooms that kept him far from the fire. He hated the way stiff, rough fabrics felt brittle as ice if he slid between the sheets on a cold night. He hated the nights his manservant wasn’t there to turn the blankets down, to add coals to his bed, and to make certain the fire in his room was well tended.
What he hated most was that Merlin wasn’t there in the middle of the night when the world slept, creeping into his Prince’s bed, warming him body, heart, and soul.