(The night before…)
Arthur
Arthur was in a particularly bad mood as of late. That was what Edmund, his secretary assumed when he saw him. These past few days, Arthur had always looked restless, despite finishing his work as flawless as usual. After the last batch of work is done for the night, Arthur cupped his chin and heaved a long, regretful sigh.
“I’m hungry…” He groaned.
“Sire…” Edmund said, his tone was gentle as if to comfort Arthur, while his lips curved into a soft smile. “How about you sneak out and drink some of your Rose’s blood? Your mana isn’t even affected by your thirst.” His tone laced with a sprinkle of contempt. His gentle expression instantly twisted into a look between annoyance and confusion; annoyed, that his employer incessantly behaved that way since the day af
