Third Person
Time had never passed so painfully slow. Rain drenched the earth for hours, like it had vengeance to vent. Inside the dimly lit carriage, soft rugs and cloaks lay on the floor, and on them was Prince Rain.
His body curled weakly, his hands trembling, his face squeezed with discomfort. He was in nothing but his underwear, yet the heat from within didn't ease. Not even the cold from the pouring rain seemed to cool the fire burning through his bones. His fingers curled weakly against the sheets, and his breathing came uneven and desperate, like one trapped in a nightmare.
With occasional whispering, his eyes remained shut, and nothing else escaped his lips but moans of pain and whimpers of cold.
