𝓡𝓸𝔂𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 (𝓡𝓸𝔂𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓣𝔀𝓸)

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓽𝔂-𝓢𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷

Arthur and I finish grading the last of the speeches, and nearly fall asleep at the desk.

The Headmistress had us grade etiquette papers and read more speeches. All of which were boring, and I don't even remember most of it.

We were talking the entire time, and agreed to go to lunch again. In my defense, he's very convincing.

We get up, and rush right out of the door. After a brief walk around the classrooms, we head right to the kitchen. Roger didn't answer his door this time, so maybe he's busy doing something.

I don't know, I didn't feel like arguing with him today.

We get to the kitchen, and I grab my usual lunch. We sit at the table, and I get started making us both sandwiches.

He sits there and stares at me with a weird gleam in his eyes, "I really have to teach you how to cook more than this. This is not substantial for you."

I mean, I'm not dead yet.

It has to be working somehow.

I shrug and hand him two sandwiches, "It can't be that bad, I'm not dead."

He takes both of them but frowns, "No you are just pale."

I finish making mine and put the tie back on the bread, "So are you." I laugh.

He shakes his head and takes a bite of the sandwich, "I will teach you how to cook."

He's taught me far too many things. I need to return the favor somehow.

But I don't know anything.

I raise an eyebrow, "I need to return this favor that we have of you constantly teaching me things. What's something you don't know how to do?"

He pauses and ponders for a second, "I do not know how to ride a horse."

Do they not have horses in the monarchy?

I take a bite and raise an eyebrow, "Why don't you?"

He shrugs, "My father never taught me anything like that."

I don't even wanna know what his father did teach him.

His father.

The King.

I shudder a little.

I know I should do what Ninny said to do, but I just.... can't yet. I'm not ready to accept..... any of this.

That probably makes me a horrible person.

I shake my head and finish off the first sandwich.

He clenches his eyebrows at me but smiles, "Do not think too harshly about that stuff. You are going to end up with gray hair before me."

I gasp, "No I will not."

He finishes the second sandwich and shrugs, "I do not know. You worry about things far more than I do."

If he doesn't worry about anything, what goes through his head?

"Then what do you possibly think about?"

He pauses and blushes, "You do not want to know what goes through my mind."

Why's he blushing at me?

Anyway.

I don't think I wanna know. It probably consists of what his father did happen to teach him.

I finish eating the second sandwich and look around both the kitchen and the open hallway before me.