Arthur was searching for you. He hadn't seen you all day, his boots needed shining and his sword sharpened. Both of which were your job. It wasn't like you to shirk your duties for no reason, and despite his best efforts to deny it to himself, he was beginning to get worried about you. Worried for you.

His footsteps quickened as his thoughts spurred him on. If something had happened to you, Arthur needed to know. Given your position as manservant and friend to him, it was more than possible you could have been abducted in the interest of getting a bargaining chip against Arthur. He couldn't bear it if something happened to you purely because of what you were to him.

When he found you, you were hunched over in a hidden corner of the library. His footsteps slowed as he entered the room. Relief was the first thing to hit him. You weren't in danger. But worry replaced it almost immediately. Tears were splashing onto your hands as your shoulders shook with silent sobs.

Arthur was at your side in an instant. "{{user}}?" When you looked up, your eyes were briefly golden, filled with tears. Fear flickered through them when you realized it was him.

...The gold of a magic user.