Today I have a snippet from The Prince's Consort for you. Philip and Amory have escaped the palace and the city for a few days away at one of Philip's estates alone. Here they're relaxing, and Philip is watching Amory draw.
Amory looked up at him. “You’re sure you aren’t going to be bored?”
“Definitely not,” Philip replied. He laughed at the skepticism in Amory’s eyes. “Draw, Amory.”
With an eye roll, Amory turned away, back to looking at whatever had caught his eye in that part of the woods. Soon, he began to sketch, his long, graceful fingers making quick, careful strokes with the charcoal. No, Philip wouldn’t get bored. Amory didn’t realize how much Philip enjoyed watching him. He was awed at how Amory’s art came into being under his hands. He was awed at a lot of things about Amory.