The water was a pleasant temperature, soothing and easing his tight muscles. Silas' eyes closed of their volition as he sat, not a noise from him as slaves came and went. He had recently returned from a short visit to another providence. There was less produce then there should have been, so he had ridden out to investigate as to the reasons. He had assumed it was due to the storm and the baron had proved him correct. The storm had decimated their crops, it would be inhuman for them to produce as much as they normally would. He hadn't taken a break while in the Providence, wanting to return to Midas as soon as possible. Yiannis and Zanon were still in the city, lending a hand to their mother with the responsibilities of the kingdom.
Silas opened his eyes and lifted up his hand, which was beginning to prune up. He let out a small sigh, running it over the smooth rock of the outer edge of the bath. There was no one else in the bath, it being a peculiar time of the day to be using the bathroom. His back wasn't happy with the way he had been carrying himself in the saddle, and his thighs were even angrier. Sitting in the water had made him feel a little better, as the tense muscles had relaxed. He knew that he couldn't stay in much longer, with his wrinkled skin and usage of the heating. It was summer, so they wouldn't need it for much more than the baths but he didn't like to be the one draining resources.
He supposed that a better use of his time would be to help repair after the fire but there wasn't much he could do but stand around and look pretty. He scoffed at himself and his lousy attitude as he stood up. The slave boy raced over and handed him a towel which Silas used to dry himself off before being handed his chiton. He slid it around his dry shoulders and pinned it. His hands moved swiftly through the fabric as he tied it up. He stepped away from the slave boy and excited the bathing area. It was time that he do something useful, which would almost certainly mean that he would need to find a brother. Zanon or Yiannis were sure to give him something to do so that he didn't step on either of their toes. Things were already hard enough as they were.
He stopped a steward as they passed by, his voice hushed as he asked the man where Yiannis or Zanon was. The steward stammered something about Zanon being out on the practice fields with Dion so Silas' accepted that as an answer. His walk was brisk but not rushed. He wasn't tripping over himself to get there but he wanted to know if he could be of any help. He couldn't recall Zanon spending much time with Dion in the previous months but he didn't want to question it. His brother had more of a right to see his son then Silas but it did surprise him a little. It took him a moment to realise that he'd need a bow, so he interrupted yet another slave. Silas requested that his new bow be brought to the practice fields as soon as possible, his tone firm.
The prince continued on his way, his chiton swaying as he walked, the wind fluttering the edges. He approached the practice fields, his eyes soft as he watched his older brother with his nephew. It was lovely to see that they were father-son bonding and he almost didn't join them. Would Zanon appreciate him intruding on the lesson? It seemed to be about archery like the steward had told him, but Zanon was an excellent archer. It wasn't like he needed help to teach his child how to shoot a bow.
This hesitation only lasted for a brief moment before he moved forward and gave them both broad smiles. "Fancy seeing you two out here."
Silas opened his eyes and lifted up his hand, which was beginning to prune up. He let out a small sigh, running it over the smooth rock of the outer edge of the bath. There was no one else in the bath, it being a peculiar time of the day to be using the bathroom. His back wasn't happy with the way he had been carrying himself in the saddle, and his thighs were even angrier. Sitting in the water had made him feel a little better, as the tense muscles had relaxed. He knew that he couldn't stay in much longer, with his wrinkled skin and usage of the heating. It was summer, so they wouldn't need it for much more than the baths but he didn't like to be the one draining resources.
He supposed that a better use of his time would be to help repair after the fire but there wasn't much he could do but stand around and look pretty. He scoffed at himself and his lousy attitude as he stood up. The slave boy raced over and handed him a towel which Silas used to dry himself off before being handed his chiton. He slid it around his dry shoulders and pinned it. His hands moved swiftly through the fabric as he tied it up. He stepped away from the slave boy and excited the bathing area. It was time that he do something useful, which would almost certainly mean that he would need to find a brother. Zanon or Yiannis were sure to give him something to do so that he didn't step on either of their toes. Things were already hard enough as they were.
He stopped a steward as they passed by, his voice hushed as he asked the man where Yiannis or Zanon was. The steward stammered something about Zanon being out on the practice fields with Dion so Silas' accepted that as an answer. His walk was brisk but not rushed. He wasn't tripping over himself to get there but he wanted to know if he could be of any help. He couldn't recall Zanon spending much time with Dion in the previous months but he didn't want to question it. His brother had more of a right to see his son then Silas but it did surprise him a little. It took him a moment to realise that he'd need a bow, so he interrupted yet another slave. Silas requested that his new bow be brought to the practice fields as soon as possible, his tone firm.
The prince continued on his way, his chiton swaying as he walked, the wind fluttering the edges. He approached the practice fields, his eyes soft as he watched his older brother with his nephew. It was lovely to see that they were father-son bonding and he almost didn't join them. Would Zanon appreciate him intruding on the lesson? It seemed to be about archery like the steward had told him, but Zanon was an excellent archer. It wasn't like he needed help to teach his child how to shoot a bow.
This hesitation only lasted for a brief moment before he moved forward and gave them both broad smiles. "Fancy seeing you two out here."