In the garden, Eiran and Zayden sat under the large parasole, shading themselves from the bright, burning sunlight. Ren, James, and other servants stood under another parasole, waiting for orders from their masters to follow. Although it was almost seven in the afternoon, the sun shone brighter than ever.
The young boy sipped on his glass of milk, swinging his legs excitedly.
"Papa!" He turned towards the row of servants. "Come sit with us!" He patted the chair next to him, a bright grin on his face.
Ren glanced around, unsure if he should head their way. James smiled, whispering, "Go, papa," he winked. Recently, he began imitating Eiran to tease him.
Inhaling deeply, Ren stepped towards the small table. He looked at Zayden, who grinned without saying a word. This time, he didn't scowl like he did when Eiran insisted they eat dinner together.
