[Day 4] Beneath the steel, the aching limbs [Open]

A deep breath and eyes closed, Titus let his head sink beneath the steamy surface of the heated water. Completely submerged he stayed for as long as he could. Not to test his capacity to hold his breath but simply because he cherished the silence underneath. It was late eve and the bathhouse was lit by torches with servants moving between the pools, attending the knights and lords who, like Titus, was attempting to soak up the aches and pains of the day. Or perhaps trying to wash them away. 

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With a gasp and a another deep breath, Titus reemerged from the water. He pushed the wet hair and water out of his eyes and leaned back. 

Everything was wrong. Everything was hurting.