So, Arthur had a fan club.
If at all he could call a shy gothic girl with ridiculously long jet-black hair, Alex, his brother Gray and his brother's best friend Trevor a fan club.
…oh, and not forgetting his somewhat subdued Guardian, Conrad.
Aside from Arthur's failed mission earlier that morning, the prince was doing rather well in terms of improvement. His body no longer hurt from the intense battle he'd had with his father earlier… or at least, that's what he wanted to believe.
There was no telling what would happen to him if he went to sleep.
After the dark-haired female master of a chef had left and Arthur had devoured every particle of food she'd made for him, the prince's mood soared high.
Who could have thought such a kind gesture could wipe away all his worries in an instant? Who was to even say the food Arthur had eaten was… THAT good?
