After her dramatic arrival, Arthur and the princess were now having a cup of honey tea under the sun like they were on a picnic. The small umbrella was used to create a small shade for the pair with a small white table in the center which carried their tea and biscuits.
She had moved out of her armor, and was now in a tight light green gown, stretching up to her knees—she now looked more like a princess now than when he first saw her.
Her presence spoke for herself and her predatory green eyes were as bright as his only more ferocious. And hadn't left him since they both settled, as if she was expecting him to pull up something.
Finally, she said something. "You are much younger than I thought."
"Looks can be deceiving," Arthur responded with a weak smile before taking a sip from his cup of honey tea. The bitter-sweet taste reminded him of medicine, hence why It wasn't his best type of tea.
