Stepping through the garden, Arthur tilted his head, the white cloak draped around his shoulders. "Brooding again, Prince?" There was a hint of a smile on his lips, a careful playfulness that promised to bring the Prince out of melancholy.
"You know me to well, my friend." He answered, looking up from the flowers he had been sitting in front of. The Prince slowly stood to look over at him. "What brings you out here? Did my father tell you to fetch me?"
















