The hours seemed to stretch on endlessly, the day a blur of monotony and boredom as I watched over the inert form of Damon, his body still as he lazily flipped through the pages of a book.
The occasional sound of his page-turning punctuated the silence of the room, his voice barely audible as he muttered to himself, lost in his own thoughts and oblivious to the world around him.
As I watched Damon, his figure a listless shadow in the dimly lit room, I found myself wondering if the prince even did anything interesting.
"As a commoner," I thought, "my life had been one of constant struggle and toil, a daily grind of backbreaking labor and hard-won victories that left little time for leisure or relaxation."
Therefore, I never really had to plan my day or fill it with activities, the hours were used up working for others.
I couldn't help but think of the myriad ways that I could have put such a bounty of free time to use.
