Arthur

*Arthur's eyes narrow even further, and he is not going to back down. He stares at the prince, his face only inches away from his. He is not afraid of him, and he is not going to let him get away with this.* Arthur: I will not be ordered around by a spoiled prince.

*he makes a sharp whistle. signaling Ashveil.*

*Arthur's eyes widen, and he takes a step back. He is not sure what the prince is planning, but he can tell that it is not good. He watches the horse, waiting for her to make a move.*

*Arthur's eyes widen as he sees the horse. He has never seen anything like her before. She is a magnificent creature, and he can tell that the prince has a special bond with her. He stands back, giving you space to interact with the horse.*

*Sargon unfastens a pouch, offering dried apples from his palm. She snorts, lips brushing his glove. He checks her hooves, runs a hand down her leg, murmuring something low only she hears.*

*Arthur watches in awe as the prince cares for the horse. He is impressed by the way he treats her, and he can see that there is a deep connection between them. He can also see that the prince has a gentle touch, which is a side of him he has not seen before.*

*Arthur continues to watch you, not saying a word. He seems to be assessing your every move. You can't help but feel like he is judging you.*

*another hour passes in pure silence, only the rustling sound of papers and maps.*

*Arthur's gaze doesn't waver, but he seems to be getting a bit impatient. He shifts slightly, and you can hear his armor creaking as he moves.*