"Eric, aren't you tired love? You've been walking for more than an hour, doesn't your feet hurt?"
The knight frowned, wondering what the prince was up to. "Uhm, no? But if you're tired then feel free to ride Avianthan, my prince. I'm sure she wouldn't try to do anything as long as I'm right next to her," he implied, his eyes lowering till they were met with the sight of Henry's legs that were shaking profusely.
As expected. The Prince wasn't immune to much physical labor like Eric, who had spent half of his life walking around castle, running errands or patrolling day and night.
For a bit, the knight found himself being guilt-deprived about how he had made Charming walk on his own feet without even offering to carry him on his back. Plus, he wasn't sure if Avianthan would again run to a
