The king started collecting the various fantasy cards that lay on the floor. Having finished the Sun Ritual, there wasn't that much reason for the three royals to stay in the Chamber.
Gray started helping, bringing the box closer so they could put everything away.
The king's expression remained ponderous but unreadable as he carried out the simple task. Arthur found reading his father's mind impossible… perhaps because the king wanted it that way.
When it came to concealing their emotions and true intentions, Gray and the king were alike.
Even though the king took this skill to a whole other level.
Arthur never knew what was running through the man's mind at any one point… like the king kept his innermost thoughts guarded close to his heart, tucked away from the world outside.
In truth, Arthur had wanted to ask much more than why his memories had been sealed. He wanted to ask why he'd been lied to all these years… why he'd been isolated.
