["I prefer winter." Camron gazed at Malcolm noticing the tiredness forming. "Any other questions?" He asked without changing his gaze from Malcolm.]

He let out a long yawn, covering his mouth politely as he did so, and shook his tired, heavy head. "No I think I'm good to sleep," he says and gets a little bit more comfortable, "you better sleep too."

["Do you want to sleep here or your room?" Camron asked. He shifted slightly before leaning against a pillow tiredly. "I don't mind either way, just don't make it weird..."]

He thought for a moment before saying, "Could I sleep in here for the night? Just incase I somehow get awaken by the storm again. Don't worry though I don't snore, I'm a very sound sleeper."

[Camron got up and grabbed a second blanket before going back to the bed and putting the folded blanket on the other side of the bed, "You stay on that side of the bed, I stay on myside. Let's not make this weird." He motioned for Malcolm to lay down as tiredness hit him.]

He nodded in agreement to Camron's deal, "Alright sounds like a plan." Malcolm then lays down on the side he had chosen and unfolded the blanket then laid it over him. He seemed to almost sink into the bed as he drifted off to sleep, laying on his good side and facing away from Camron.

[Camron laid down facing the wall away from Malcolm. Camron laid with his head buried into the pillow and the blanket resting on his shoulder hiding his arms. He fell asleep after a while of laying there trying to clear his mind.]

It didn't take a long time for Malcolm to fall asleep, but once he did he was out like a light. It didn't feel like long, although it was many hours, but soon the storm passed and the morning sun began to creep into the sky. Once the sun was high enough to shine through the window and onto Mal's face he sat up and yawned. He looked over at Camron and sat there, confused on why he was there, until he remembered the events of last night. He then tried to leave the room as quietly as he could, hoping to not awaken Camron yet.

[Camron woke to the faint sounds of Malcolm leaving. He propped himself up slightly before staring at Malcolm but didn't say a word. The night began to flood back at him as he shut his eyes before collapsing on the bed from exhaustion and lack of brain power. Camron laid limp as the sun hit his skin, he knew sleep was out of the picture with the sun out. Part of Camron just wanted Malcolm to leave and for them to not talk about it, ever.]

Once he left the room he closed the door behind him quietly and turned around, letting out a quiet sigh. He turned to go to his room and saw one of the older maids, a nice lady named Margret, looking at him with a smirk. "So did the prince finally find someone he likes," she asks him as he goes over to her. "I just slept in his room with him because of the storm," Mal says to her, "nothing happened." "Mhm," the woman says, "but I would imagine that you slept in the same bed together?" Mal felt a small blush creep onto his cheeks and says, "Yes we did sleep in the same bed together. But nothing else happened." Margret gives him another smile then a pat on the shoulder, "Sure thing Prince Malcolm." She then gives him a curtsy and leaves as Mal goes into his room.