Sun Mote Copse Take Yourself Home part.II

feel free to skip prim for a few rounds!

While his mother and the king continued to converse, the pale boy was rapidly falling asleep with the boring adult talk, his eyes too heavy to hold open, head too thick to keep upright. Slumping against his mother, Primrose let out a big yawn before falling fast asleep the rock that was Niamh.