It was a few moments after the pair had finished cleaning that Arthur finally sat on the hard floor of the cottage with a pained groan, unbothered by the slight cold he got from the rough clean ground.
An entire sweep of the cottage had taken them well more than a few hours and now, midday was close.
The chairs and tables had all been moved out and given a thorough wash, leaving the inside of the cottage nearly empty.
Arthur could not assume he was late and since it was the last day of the weekend, he saw no use in rushing back to the Phoenix Castle. He'd already missed his appointment with Darius, much as it wasn't his fault.
Arthur could only imagine how many missed calls were on his phone at the moment. Shaking his head, the prince wiped the thoughts from his mind.
He preferred enjoying the company of the old shifter to worrying about things he couldn't control.
