Chapter Hundred and Thirty-three

ARTHUR'S POV

The day was here. I wouldn't say finally or it would seem like I have been anticipating its arrival, trust me. I have not been. The alarm clock on the nightstand always buzzed at one specific time over the years; twenty minutes after six, reminding me that it was time I got up and continued my ruling. But today, I was up and moving before the alarm buzzed. I was anxious and couldn't sleep. And even if I was not anxious at all, the smell of gingerbread and different teas I had never tasted before diffused into the air. I believed the teas were likely reserved for important occasions like this one, I hated tea anyway.

I got up, shaved in front of the bathroom mirror, and had a fast and furious shower, there was no need to have a relaxing slow bath even though I had gotten up from bed early. If my mother was around she would say I was sulking but if reacting to things you didn't want was sulking then perhaps I would change my name to sulker. Silly. There had never been soft