Chương 59: Temperate Penumbras - Part 12

Cele had found his way back to his chambers after the meal that was neither breakfast nor lunch. He wasn’t followed by Heiko, since there were preparations to be made, preparations that he insisted Cele needn’t be a part of, so, instead, he sat idly on the chair he had fallen asleep in.

The midday sun of Simo was harsh and white, vastly different from Ilyos, where it could’ve been likened to a welcoming friend. Well, welcoming for natives, Cele supposed, his mind drifting backwards in time. When the prince sat beside King Vincente at the wrestling spectacle, even in his Ilysian clothing, the lightest of perspiration gathered on the back of his neck. At the time, the general could only mull over how ill-fitted he was for Ilyos. Now, his thoughts wandered where they shouldn’t have. How much exertion by the prince would be necessary to elicit the same amount of moisture? Would the heat between two bodies – even in the frigid Simonese climate – be sufficient?