Ocean landed on the balcony of his room and opened the doors stepping inside. His hair were completely drenched and despite his coat being waterproof the water still slid from it.
He shook his head sensing a presence in his room and sighed.
"Master!" He heard a voice before a towel landed over his head.
"Goodness, I knew you might end up coming back drenched like this!" The concerned cry made Ocean chuckle.
"Why are you here so late, Your Highness Davian?" Ocean asked, "If anything, this should be done either by my wife or maid."
Davian rolled his eyes. He had been waiting to talk to Ocean since the ball ended but when he came to Ocean's room he found it empty with the doors loosely closed.
It was a clear night outside so, Davian thought that maybe Ocean went out for a flight but with the sudden storm he had deducted that Ocean would be returning all dripping wet.
