The boy smiled hopefully despite the third princes scowl, his arms were full of colorful fabrics, neatly folded in varying shades and patterns, all made from soft, delicate materials that seemed to ripple like water in his hands.
"My lord," he called out breathlessly, bowing slightly as he stopped before them. "I have something to show you."
Oh so he wanted to talk to me. Alaric wondered.
Alaric looked down at the boy with mild curiosity. The lad was young, with hopeful eyes and an aura of sincere dedication in his gaze. "What have you got there?" Alaric asked, noticing the nervous flutter of the boy's hands as he gently spread out his goods.
"These are hand fans, my lord," the boy said proudly, unfurling one to show a fan made of a delicate cotton fabric stretched over a beautifully carved wooden handle. "I make them myself, you see. For ladies…so they can have something pretty to carry, for when it gets too warm in their heavy gowns."
