Home at last and time to celebrate! Or sleep.
The Prince of Balamb slept like a rock right between the warm bodies of his two parents. He couldn't recall the last time he'd slept in their bed. He must have been small, perhaps run down to their room after a nightmare, or fell asleep on his Mother or Father and simply been carried to bed with them instead of up to his own room. He didn't dream at all, just felt peaceful.
Unfortunately with his body as it was and the rough traveling from the previous day, he woke late morning in a significant amount of pain. Everything ached and felt stiff, and some things felt sharply painful. The Prince tried to roll over but it just hurt far too much. Eventually he buried his face against the pillow that was under his head and made a rather pitiful noise that wasn't quite crying but wasn't a lot better.
He didn't want to move anymore, that was for sure. He just wanted it to stop hurting!