Arthur had spent his entire afternoon poking at the horses. That had been excellent enough. But now, now he was out to do something more important. More grown-up. More... sophisticatedHe was practicing his tracking. Maybe then he'd soon bring home good prey for Father. Perhaps if he got a good stag, he'd be praised for it - Father never seemed ( Read more... )

Some of the help had brought in extra blankets during the night.

That had to be it.

Arthur, barely-waking, decided not to pay it too much attention. He was warm and comfortable, snuggling further into his covers: there was barely any light coming in through the window yet, so he wasn't expected up and in Father's throne room or out with the other ( Read more... )