In his room, Alessio couldn't sit still. He had barely been able to focus on breakfast, restless.
He was worried about Silvan, and was also worried about what could be wrong in Asten for King Rolfe to send letters so frequently.
He knew he couldn't interfere, and he also knew that Silvan wouldn't care to tell him what was wrong even if he asked.
Alessio was also plagued by a much heavier matter, and that was what to give to Silvan to improve his mood. The paintings he had thought to give him last time had all been returned to him, save for one, but it wasn't like he could offer them once again.
Perhaps the painting of Silvan? But that was yet to be completed. He despised fishing, but he wouldn't hesitate to wade in the snake-infested waters for Silvan's sake.
While he pondered back and forth without any progress, there was a knock on his door. Alessio whipped around with anticipation in his gray eyes.
