My overindulged peer is preoccupied now. No stranger to his ways, and no longer uncomfortable witnessing such acts from him, I look away, preferring not to watch his gluttony, and say a silent prayer to God.
For weeks now, I have had to endure chasing after him as a favor to his father. A favor that has me regularly escorting him back to the palace from whatever hovel he chooses and a service-type bondage to him for my service to the king.
