Sleeping on clouds is supposedly the most comfortable.
The jaded young prince disagreed. Just because the large collection of water and vapor looked fluffy from a distance, that didn't mean it would be comfortable. Even if it were possible to rest on it, it would likely be closer to sleeping inside a refrigerator. And Reis happened to know a few things about that feeling.
Compared to the fuzzy, hollow gathering of ice crystals, his bed at the palace was much more comfortable. It could fit four of him and still have enough leg space for two more. The pillows were so soft, they collapsed like soft cotton.
Reis couldn't ask for anything more. Well, other than some peace. Also, for the butler to stop sobbing like a young mother. Sobbing was technically better than the initial breakdown that could've flooded his house, but it was still frustrating.
