<i>There is a river...<br/>
</i><br/>That was enough to get his attention. Even if there were no banks to lounge on, no golden sunsets, at least it wasn't destined to be crowded and noisy. Better yet, he liked the way Ryland had said that one word.<br/><i><br/>
Drift</i>.<br/><br/>What could have been more relaxing than that?<br/><br/>"I think I'd like that," Keth uttered toward the prince's knees before turning his face up to him again. Despite his best efforts to look only passively interested, there was an eager sparkle in his eyes, and he knew it. After a moment, he didn't even care. Was it a crime to enjoy himself? No. And why should he care that Ryland should see him just a little bit pleased? He shouldn't. Even though it was interesting to watch the man try to get a smile out of him, there really was no point in torturing them both for the sake of a bet that didn't even matter anymore, or to prove some mundane point. Pride wasn't worth self-induced misery, was it?<br/><br/>"Now."<br/><br/>It was impulsive, but perhaps that was okay. Most of his impulsive nature was spent on less joyful things. The prospect of getting out of the castle and away from all the trappings, from the mess on the ground, the weight of alliances and treaties... that was too tempting, and he wanted it. "Let's go right now," he reiterated as he sat up, his hand returning to Ryland's knee and giving a squeeze, as if to urge him into agreeing.