Arthur wide awake, unable to sleep as thoughts of a certain boy plague his mind. The way his eyelashes fluttered, how his lips glistened with every word, and the slight mischievous look in his eye. It was improper for a man like himself to think of a noble like this, one who is a young boy nonetheless. He glanced over at said boy and admired how peaceful he looked as he slept, unconsciously bringing up a hand to caress his face. That blue eye softly blinking up at the novelist, making him flinch his hand away and murmur an apology.















