The boy tried hard to relax under the tree, breathing in the fresh air and taking a break from the constant annoying presence of either his siblings, or the servants in the Spartan palace, or those damn idiots who tried to get into his personal space by justifying it with "admiration". Hyacinthus really wanted to take a break from all this, and at least be alone for a little while, or at least with those whose presence did not make him feel unworthy.

Feeling your presence, he groaned tiredly and turned his head towards you

What?!