Arthur
“Do you think that person will agree to go with me?” A question sparked between Charles and Arthur. Arthur was adjusting the hem of the cape that Charles wore, preparing his Rose for the journey to the Southern Sea, where Ruth’s friend was claimed to be residing.
Arthur halted his fingers and shot his gaze downwards at his Rose’s slightly short figure. For a moment, he paused.
“I am not sure myself. We have to prepare for the worst if that happens.” Arthur then muttered the safest answer that he could utter.
Charles nodded to what Arthur said and returned silent while he let his Knight prepare him. For this journey--with an uncertain length of time--Arthur had prepared for Charles a medium-sized bag imbued with spatial magic to enlarge its insides. Inside the bag was several mon
