CHAPTER 12

ARTHUR

"What is the matter, sire?" someone called from behind and Arthur felt he had just come out of a trance.

"Nothing," Arthur heaved a sigh and saw it was Habath, one of the commanding officers of his troop.

"Is this not how you wished to spend your 'Happy Eighteenth?'" Habath laughed and Arthur screwed up his nose to stop himself from cursing him. Of course, this was not the way a man desired to celebrate his birthday.

"Chloe would be fine, sire," Merle spoke from beside Habath. Merle was another officer in his troop.

It took a moment for Arthur to realize what he meant. Oh yes, Chloe was injured, gravely injured for that matter, but it was not what was bothering Arthur, not that he was going tell him men that!

"Happy Eighteenth, Sire," Tony added. "I missed greeting you before."

"Quite a few misses these days, eh Tony?" Habath mocked. Tony ignored him.

They had just set out for Arthur's quest at midnight on the day of his birthday. He had been planning to go down to Mila's hut r