"I believe the amount of time we've seen each other is not a coincidence." The man spoke, brushing his short black hair backward, adding tiny white specs to his plate.
Arthur held back his remark even though the poor excuse used to start the conversation was better than nothing. It was a mistake for the king to sit amongst mere students. Teachers would rather sit next to each other, Danr had barely time to express himself about it and the man appeared out of the blue.
He was a few years older than Arthur, maybe a decade, the rough beard he had around his mouth captured what his spoon failed to transport to its destination.
"Indeed." Arthur replied, touching the not-so-real silk of his borrowed handkerchief.
The man smirked, his only presence destabilized Danr. "And you have already chosen a little protegee? Pretty fast learning for someone whose voice I can barely remember."
