Arthur’s POV
The castle was quieter than any usual night. The corridors were empty, save for the distant echoes of soldiers pacing in preparation for the looming war. Even the guards seemed subdued, their eyes alert, their whispers hushed.
I returned late from the strategy meeting, my mind still racing with maps, battle plans, and contingencies. The weight of responsibility was crushing, yet something else—something I refused to name—pressed harder on my chest.
I walked past the kitchens on instinct, needing a moment away from the council, the generals, and the endless plotting.
My boots clicked softly against the stone floor. The smell of herbs, fresh bread, and spices drifted toward me like a quiet invitation. I stopped at the doorway and froze.
Daniel.
She was asleep at the count
