Arthur’s POV
“Arthur,” Charles rushed in, he paused looking at the girl in her own pool of blood. I turned my head to the side.
“Can I help you?”
He swallowed hard, shaking his head. “The elders–The elders,” he started, his voice cracking. “The elders are looking for you.”
“This is the Luna's estate,” I frowned, walking over to the table to pick a piece of clothes to wipe my blood stained hands. “I don't think they have the right to demand my presence, when I have already returned to my place of rest, besides,” I paused, turning my head to the clock hanging on the wall. “It's past eleven and you know what that means.”
“I don't think the Elders care about that,” he frowned, turning back to the girl. “They just want to see the person that dared to kill Lady Eleanor.”
“Do they know that she works for the queen?” I asked, pouring myself some wine and turned to face him.
He nodded, licking his lips. “I got your text but I don't understand why you wanted to make the news of her arrest pub
