Post by Barates Aster on May 26, 2012 14:17:45 GMT -5
Palm covering his mouth as he bit back the third yawn of that night, Barates glanced dully around the audience hall from his place by the door. His free hand rested against the long pole in his hands, his ‘weapon’ if any intruders should try to break into the large room...er...hall.
Of course, the chances of that happening were slim to none-anyone would be dumb to try and attack a room with no one in it. Truly, the only threat was perhaps thieves, and even then they would have to first get past the multitude of guards patrolling the palace walls.
Which, Barates thought with another barely muffled yawn, made his presence here a moot point. Why, he could be doing something productive like-like…well, Barates scowled, features twisting thoughtfully. Okay, so he couldn’t really think of anything productive. At least for right now. But, surely, the Greek thought, there had to be something more exciting than this.
Fighting back another ensuing yawn, Barates struggled with it for a moment before he finally gave into the urge, jaw stretching even as he attempted to cover it with his hand. Standing here like this could even make the most energetic of youth’s tired, and despite the lethargy quickly taking a toll on his body, Barates couldn’t help but feel slightly fidgety, his bare feet tapping a random pattern on the mud brick floor in an attempt to both stay awake and rid himself of excess energy.
A quick glance towards the sun streaming through the window showed that it was still early afternoon, and Barates had been standing ‘vigil’ before the sun was up-his turn for a duty reserved for most of the male palace slaves. An honor, the head servants had called it, ha-Barates snorted, hardly caring that he was making odd noises in a room all by himself-it was more like boring.
Why, not even another slave or servant had stopped by the room, having already cleaned it before hand and it wouldn’t be until late at night that they’d clean in it again. No nobles had walked by either, and though he could hear faint catches of conversation, they were to quiet to actually listen in and left for very little gossip.
Lips curling into a scowl, Barates grumbled under his breath before he frowned, resting his head on the top of the staff gripped in his hands.
Oh well. At least…at least he wasn’t cleaning.
Still, one would think the audience hall would be more crowded, but perhaps with the Queen out-a meeting or some sort of council if the rumors were true-and the viziers gallivanting who knew where-the people had just decided to moan about their worldly woes somewhere else.
Giving off another muffled groan as he shifted his shoulders in place, Barates scowled.
Somehow, he almost preferred cleaning to guard duty. Almost, of course.
Besides, who knew- perhaps someone interesting would come running around. He had heard the slaves earlier gossiping that the eldest princess was known to frequent these parts.
Perhaps, Barates mused idly with another muted yawn, he’d get to at least spot her. It’d give him something to brag about to the other servants at the bare minimum. Dwelling on the thought for a moment, Barates snorted and then laughed beneath his breath.
Tch-yeah right. The princess surely had far better things to do then hang around an empty audience hall.
Of course, the chances of that happening were slim to none-anyone would be dumb to try and attack a room with no one in it. Truly, the only threat was perhaps thieves, and even then they would have to first get past the multitude of guards patrolling the palace walls.
Which, Barates thought with another barely muffled yawn, made his presence here a moot point. Why, he could be doing something productive like-like…well, Barates scowled, features twisting thoughtfully. Okay, so he couldn’t really think of anything productive. At least for right now. But, surely, the Greek thought, there had to be something more exciting than this.
Fighting back another ensuing yawn, Barates struggled with it for a moment before he finally gave into the urge, jaw stretching even as he attempted to cover it with his hand. Standing here like this could even make the most energetic of youth’s tired, and despite the lethargy quickly taking a toll on his body, Barates couldn’t help but feel slightly fidgety, his bare feet tapping a random pattern on the mud brick floor in an attempt to both stay awake and rid himself of excess energy.
A quick glance towards the sun streaming through the window showed that it was still early afternoon, and Barates had been standing ‘vigil’ before the sun was up-his turn for a duty reserved for most of the male palace slaves. An honor, the head servants had called it, ha-Barates snorted, hardly caring that he was making odd noises in a room all by himself-it was more like boring.
Why, not even another slave or servant had stopped by the room, having already cleaned it before hand and it wouldn’t be until late at night that they’d clean in it again. No nobles had walked by either, and though he could hear faint catches of conversation, they were to quiet to actually listen in and left for very little gossip.
Lips curling into a scowl, Barates grumbled under his breath before he frowned, resting his head on the top of the staff gripped in his hands.
Oh well. At least…at least he wasn’t cleaning.
Still, one would think the audience hall would be more crowded, but perhaps with the Queen out-a meeting or some sort of council if the rumors were true-and the viziers gallivanting who knew where-the people had just decided to moan about their worldly woes somewhere else.
Giving off another muffled groan as he shifted his shoulders in place, Barates scowled.
Somehow, he almost preferred cleaning to guard duty. Almost, of course.
Besides, who knew- perhaps someone interesting would come running around. He had heard the slaves earlier gossiping that the eldest princess was known to frequent these parts.
Perhaps, Barates mused idly with another muted yawn, he’d get to at least spot her. It’d give him something to brag about to the other servants at the bare minimum. Dwelling on the thought for a moment, Barates snorted and then laughed beneath his breath.
Tch-yeah right. The princess surely had far better things to do then hang around an empty audience hall.
