Arthur finally snapped back to reality when he felt a weight like a boulder on his shoulder.

The overwhelming, thick pressure that couldn’t possibly belong to a human made him slowly turn his head, only to find himself staring up at Benedict, who seemed like he stood several heads taller, with a stern expression that made Arthur instinctively take a step back.

"Good evening, Your Highness, Third Prince. What brings you here?"

"Oh, um, I… I received a precious gift from Lady Allen, so I came to express my gratitude."

"Your eyes suggest otherwise."

"Idiot father! Don’t you remember what …