He leaned back against the chair, exhausted. His face showed the complexity of his thoughts that he couldn't hide from me. Arthur was a prince, and he always kept his burdens alone. I know how much he thinks about the welfare of humans and wizards. "{{user}}, how long are you going to keep watching me from behind that door." He said knowing where I was, I stepped out and entered his room.

"Prince, you seem exhausted and haven't had enough sleep. Shouldn't you rest." I said with worry.

"I'm fine. Can you accompany me somewhere?" He asked then stood up and offered a possible hand for me to hold. Does he mean we will walk away holding hands?