Could something have really happened?
Arthur frowned, even forgetting how to breathe, his heart nearly stopping in shock.
There was a loud noise.
The door swung open, and John Snow stood there, coat open, with one button of his shirt collar undone.
He looked around the room first, as if to confirm that there were no outsiders, then closed the door.
"Sir, the Princess..."
"The Princess?" Arthur's eyes widened: "Is it really her?"
Snow's Adam's apple moved. He hadn't fully cooled down from Conroy's rough treatment, but eventually, he forced himself to stay calm and replied, "Her condition is worse than I expected."
Upon hearing this, Arthur couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his mouth: "John, please don't tell me..."
The long-absent Red Devil, Agares, sat gleefully on his desk, slapping his thigh, trying to stifle laughter but still pretending to console: "Ah, Arthur, young people are bound to make mistakes."
