As he swung the door open it felt as if he caught something solid on the other side.
A bag, one that was oversized and overstuffed while also apparently being attached to a person, lurched to the side from the impact. A high-pitched "Eeph!" cut through the corridor and on instinct Arthur reached out, grabbing onto her arm.
However, with his footing uneven and the unexpected weight of the bag, Arthur was dragged along with her. Landing on top of the person, Arthur found himself in a compromised position, right on top of what looked to be a young girl.
Made worse by the fact that the fall had caused her skirt to flip up, giving full view to a pair of light blue panties that highlighted her silky legs.
"Don't look!" She squeaked, both hands frantically batting her skirt back down.
"Already forgotten," Arthur said smoothly, pushing himself upright and holding out a hand since she clearly still needed help up.
She shot him a look that said she didn't believe that for a second — but still she took his hand.
Now standing in the hallway surrounded by what had to be the most bags Arthur had ever seen on one person, the girl straightened out her skirt and shirt, pushing her light brown hair behind her ears and letting her warm amber eyes shine through. She adjusted her oversized bag, cheeks still burning pink as she looked at the mess around her.
"Sorry for knocking you over I wasn't really looking where I was going," Arthur apologized.
"No, no, it's my fault. I have too much stuff, but I couldn't tell my mom to stop packing everything." The girl sighed.
"Well, we can't very well leave all this in the hallway. Where's your room as I'm sure Mira and I can give you a hand." Arthur said, already grabbing one of the bigger bags.
"No, you really don't have to help me I can take care of myself. Besides, nobles shouldn't be helping commoners like me, it'll give you a bad look." The girl looked almost horrified at the idea, as if the very thought was taboo.
"Nonsense. You think a noble staying in the Iron House Watchers dorm would care about his reputation?" Arthur scoffed at her words. "Mira, if you would."
Mira seemingly already had two bags in hand.
"Well, when you put it like that..." Accepting that Arthur wasn't going to take no for an answer, she allowed them to help.
As they helped the girl get all her things into her dorm room, they slowly filled it up until there was almost no room to move.
"I may have overpacked," she admitted, surveying the mess laid out before her.
"'May' might be an understatement." Arthur chuckled.
"I know, I should have told my mom I didn't need so much stuff." The girl held her head in her hands as the stress of it all got to her.
"It's okay. I'm sure she only wanted to help you the best she could. It's probably hard for her to watch her daughter go off away from home." Arthur said, smiling as he thought about how his own mother had fussed over him even after sending his older siblings away.
"I know, but still it's just so much. Especially since it's my first time away from home." Tears started to form in her eyes.
Walking over, Arthur placed a hand on her head. "It's okay. I'm sure she's feeling just the same as you right now, and you aren't alone in that feeling. I myself feel a bit homesick." Arthur, while not truly homesick, understood the feelings she was going through.
Wiping her tears, she took a deep breath. "You're right. I need to be strong and just take it one step at a time. Thank you..."
"Arthur. Arthur Webb."
"Thank you, Arthur. I really appreciate it." She said, turning to face him properly.
"Amy Everett." She held out her hand for a more formal greeting.
"Pleasure to meet you, my lady." Arthur took her hand and pressed a quick kiss to it.
"Eeph!" Her face went instantly crimson as she snatched her hand back.
'She's so cute when I tease her.' Arthur couldn't help but smile watching her antics.
However, as if by divine intervention, his stomach chose that exact moment to make itself known.
A low, unmistakable rumble filled the room.
The smile died on Arthur's face.
Amy stared at him for a beat before she burst out laughing, completely forgetting the moment before.
And from the side came a stifled laugh. Turning, he found his maid — no, his slave — struggling to contain herself at his expense.
'I swear, later tonight I'm going to make you regret that...'
Arthur cleared his throat and straightened his back with whatever dignity he had left. "Well, if you'll excuse me, I'm heading to the dining hall to get some food. You're welcome to join if you're not too busy laughing at me."
Amy grabbed her room key, still smiling. "Of course, Mister Rumble Webb." She chuckled at her own joke as she followed Arthur out into the corridor.
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