[Honey]

Once he was able to rid himself of the Prince's company, he fled to his own rooms. The first to come off was his wig, revealing the short hair that felt oddly long since he last saw it. Next came his dress and chemise, and any of the padding that was concealed by the fabric. He looked into the mirror hung on his wall, and the face of a month prior was the one staring back. For the first time since he'd left he felt like himself again- that is, if he forgot that his husband laid only at the end of the hall. Sighing to himself, the duke went to his closet to find something from his old clothes he felt appropriate to wear for a trip down to the river's edge