Prince Erick gave a soft smile and a nod to Jinayah to express his confirmation of their ride, ..[i]two hours to sort himself out[/i].

The polite conversation that murmured around the table was interrupted by the rather late appearance of the Orc-prince; despite his size, his gentle manner barely broke through the uttering - or perhaps Erick’s hangover rendered him a little less attentive than usual. The Prince Gil was unusual to Erick, but he supposed he wasn’t quite so familiar socialising with Orcish royalty as he was the boorish countryfolk Jörda had appropriated from the very fringes of the Afdan kingdom. [i]The ball[/i].. Erick’s eyes briefly scanned those present at the table to gauge their response; Gil seemed to mention it in a fairly nonchalant tone whilst gathering generous helpings of breakfast - the Jörda prince looked on bleakly at the large pile of food and was at once reminded of his nausea.

Erick felt a hot flush and once again the colour began to drain from his face, just then Vyarin arose to make his leave with a plausible and polite excuse, although he seemed hastened, Jinayah too shortly following suit - would it be impolite also for Erick to depart from the company of the Orc-prince leaving him to eat and drink alone? The pace of his heart quickened and he arose puffing his cheeks to expel a breath, he cleared his throat, “Princess Jinayah” he gave a shallow bow of his head to acknowledge her when she bid him her wishes, his eyes followed her briefly as she vacated the room before they flicked to Gil. [i]Throwing up would not be polite.[/i] “Enjoy your breakfast” Erick managed to slur out the words before storming off, he felt hot and was yet simultaneously breaking out in a cold sweat - where was his chamber again? [i]Oh hell[/i].

In this state the prince was neither convinced he could make the journey back to his chamber or remember the route, he also did not want to draw attention to his condition - thankfully Grìmur was nowhere in sight. Erick charged along the corridor until it quickly became quiet - a small off-shoot with a large handsome plant and a tall deep pot seemed like the only sensible location, there was no negotiating it really. Gripping the rim of the planter his body ejected the pathetic stomach contents and continued to unproductively strain a few more times, the prince spat and panted when it ceased - he really should have done this earlier. After a few short moments indulging the feeling of relief he remembered where he was and pulled back from the planter wiping at the edges of his mouth - he peered around and could see no one, but could hear activity further down the halls.. he’d need assistance back to his chamber and would have to prepare himself for the morning horse ride, of which he was certain should be a gentle affair.