It was one of the rare mornings where no one came to wake up Arthur. One devoid of routine and maid, one where he had to analyze the ceiling first before remembering where he was.
The light that entered his room passed through it in a straight beam before landing on his face, as if the architecture was made for him to wake up at a precise time of the day.
He put back his only clothes, the barbarian armor he brought, and came downstairs, where Edward and Melite were already having an animated conversation. A toast in her hand and a fuming cup in the other, she rounded up her sentences with a shy smile.
Fedlimid was here too, except he had fallen asleep on his plate a minute ago. Without Lauma to help him dress, the task was much more complex for the fake noble.
"Good morning." Arthur said with his morning voice, it was apparently the most potent weapon to wake up his bodyguard who stood up in a jolt doing his best military salute.
