Chapter Ninety-five

ANDREW'S POV

I needed a drink with a buddy and I had only one buddy in this palace. Arthur. Things were Ursula was going great and my love and need for her only free daily, but some days I couldn't help but feel the strain of guilt grabbing unto my neck like a blue ant. Some days the guilt hit me with no remorse making me question the kind of friend I was. Proclaiming my love and loyalty to my friend and king and falling in love with his wife behind his back. I walked fast, now eager to find him. As I was about to make a turn to the dining hall, I caught him and Elsa staring at each other. A big dopey grin on their faces. I stood there for a short while to behold. It was something great they had there. Whenever I remembered that he was not romantically available for anyone else but Elsa, it made the guilt fade away. Bit by bit. Then only to be rejuvenated again, it was a circle. I cleared my airway making their attention snatched from each other however hard that was. Arthur whispered