Third Person POV
Arthur bowed his head, his face expressionless. "It was my honor, Your Highness," he replied, his voice formal and detached. "I am always happy to serve you in any way I can."
Erica smiled, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.
"You know this is wrong, don't you?" Arthur asked, his voice quiet but insistent.
Erica's eyes were cold as she turned to face him. "No, I don't," she said, her voice flat and emotionless. "I'm doing what I need to do to protect myself and my people. I'm not going to feel guilty about that."
Arthur swallowed hard, his hands shaking. "But, what about Liza? What about what you're doing to her? If she's cursed, that doesn't mean you can't help her in any way.
She's innocent, and you're ruining her life! How can you live with yourself?"
