CHAPTER 59

ARTHUR

Ideally Arthur should have left, but somehow he could not. There was a charm in this room, a mystical energy that resonated with Mila. Arthur was lying down on Mila’s bed when he heard commotion outside.

It was as if a lot of people were surrounding the place. Arthur jumped out of bed and looked around. Things from the Keats clan palace were scattered around. Arthur hurried and cleaned up the place, dumping everything under Mila’s bed and hiding it with a ragged bedcover.

He was putting away broken sword when the door opened and his father entered.

“So the rumors are true,” his father asked. He had a mischievous grin on his face as he scanned Arthur’s face. “Why does it look like I found you doing something naughty?” his father laughed.

“Err, hello father,” Arthur bowed lightly.

“What happened to this sword?” his father asked curiously. He had moved forward to hug Arthur but took the broken blade instead.

“I don’t know, I found it this way,” Arthur shrugged.

“It is not