A small art piece and drabble inspired by one of me and Tabirs' RPs!~
Caecus was holding the tray firmly in his hands, careful to not trip over any unforeseen obstacles as he headed to the west wing where the library could be found.
He moved the tray so he could hold it with one hand as he opened one of the heavy doors and stepped inside to the smell of both old and new books. It was a calm place. He liked calmness.
He looked out over the railing to spot mister Ursus down below, shuffling through a section of old history books.
He headed to the stairwell and went down the steps slowly. For most other servants here, bringing their master tea was just another task. For Caecus, anything he could do to please mister Ursus was a delight and honor. He could hardly be called a servant. He was a slave, bought and sold many times - usually to short tempered masters who soon regretted their purchase when realizing how weak and useless Caecus was.
But not mister Ursus. In his short time living here, Caecus had never felt more free. Ursus refused to treat him like he was worthless. He watched over him like a hawk, making sure Caecus always used warm water to bathe, that he was eating well and that he was never overworked, that orders were given politely and Caecus was treated with respect. Ursus refused to call him slave. Even in the presence of his peers, he always called him his servant. Truly, the only thing setting him apart from a proper worker was that Caecus wasn't paid with money. At least not officially. Ursus did give him the occasional handful of coins to go buy some sweets. As if the care he received here wasn't payment enough for him already.
He reached the bottom of the stairs and went towards the taller gentleman. When he stepped closer, Ursus perked up his ears and turned his head to face him. He sent him one of those kind smiles that always worked to reassure Caecus that he was doing great. That he was safe here.