Henry felt a bit bad that he could recognize the weight the man had lost as well as how slowly he was moving. Wasting no time, he rushed forward.
"What do you mean awake?" Arthur asked in a rough, strained voice as he came down the stairs. "I'm ready to eat. I have guests."
Irene winced as her father coughed. Even she could recognize that he wasn't moving around as easily as he once did. It was an unbelievably hard sight to take in. The only silver lining was the fact that she got to witness Henry being so attentive to the first man she loved.
They were bickering gently as Henry helped the older man into a chair that he sat heavily down in. However, it was a good sign, in Irene's eyes.
Arthur insisted Henry shouldn't bother since he was of a higher status, yet Henry was insistent that he didn't want to be there as a duke.
This led to them moving to the dining room as soon as a maid went to retrieve them.
