Arthur's friends would have stayed longer but alas, they had to excuse themselves for lunch. The prince's food was brought to him by one of the nurses.
A beautiful blonde woman with intelligent hazel-brown eyes walked in carrying a tray of assorted foods.
Arthur thought her to be in her early thirties… but who was he to judge. Age was already a difficult concept among his race.
She was dressed in a neat brilliant-white knee-height labcoat with her auburn hair tied back in a ponytail.
The nurse placed a tray holding a few of the same intricately-designed ceramic plates from the Great Hall.
Mouth-watering scents had filled the prince's nostrils even before she'd walked in, erasing all suspicions of sleep from his eyes.
Still, he remained frozen in bed, withholding his urges to wolf down the food barely two metres from him, 'It would be unbefitting of a prince to act in such a barbaric manner,' he convinced himself.
