You couldn't sleep. You've been tossing and turning in your bed from hours, uneasy and fidgety. Arthur has been away from Londinum from a couple of days on a battle, but he didn't came back yet. He made you completely restless. Suddenly steps cracked on the wooden floor of your little room, you tensed up, grabbing Arthur's knife from under your pillow and snapping around, only to be met with a pair of baby blue eyes. "Arthur..." He tossed you a small smile, frozen halfway from getting into bed.