Caleb
“So, Arthur, what do you make of it? The daily report?”
“Do you want my honest opinion, your highness?” Arthur stood at attention as I gestured for him to sit.
“No, I want your dishonest opinion.” I smiled, but he kept his serious expression. It could be exhausting, having to factor in the lack of normal human interactions, as someone who was not a normal human, much as I tried.
“I don’t detect any deception.” He shifted in his seat, and I could sense his discomfort.
Arthur shifted his monitor screen toward me, with a highlight reel of Luka the past week. “She follows the same pattern, keeps to herself.”
“And the other one?” I asked, more a growl than a query.
“Under secure monitoring. He’s pursued her, but she has rebuffed at all junctures.”
“Could I see…? You know, on se
