"I want you to be the King."
Justin clenched his jaw. His hand calmly returned the cup to the wood they made as a table.
Arthur waited for his answer patiently. Even though Justin's gestures strongly indicate that he would refuse.
"Are you looking for me just to make me the King?" Justin asked after a moment of silence.
Arthur sighed. His left hand was holding a twig, pushing wood and leaves into the fire. Silence engulfed them again when he didn't answer right away. No nocturnal animal noises. No wind sound. As if everyone left because of Justin's presence there.
"At first, I had no other reason to save you," Arthur replied.
Justin chuckled. That answer was too honest and piercing, but as a Reloux, he did it often.
"So what's your goal now? Don't you want to make me king again?"
"I knew you would reject it. So before you become useless, you better do something else for me."
