Aether stretched his body; he had just used his muscles quite a lot.
Looking to his side, he saw the many heavy logs he had just carried, but it was for a noble cause, to help an old man in need, after all, with winter coming, they were in dire need to get wood to not freeze to death.
And since he was around to help, why wouldn't he?
"Thank you, young prince." The old man approached him, walking with the help of his wooden staff, and speaking slowly like a sloth, but instead of laziness, it was because of his old age.
Aether chuckled as he rested his arms on his hips. "It's fine, it's the least I could do."
With that, he waved goodbye to the old man, leaving.
It was normal for him to help his people, after all, he was a prince, he was responsible for his people, as much as his father was. He was the heir to the throne; he needed people to trust him, and what purer way to get trust but through help.
