Arthur stood there as he looked at Arnold's back with a complicated look in his eyes. He still remembered the days when the three of them fooled around, and hung out together. Who could have thought that they would come from that to this today.
Suspecting one another..
Maybe even plotting against another all for the throne of a Lord…
To Arthur, the seat of the Lord was always meant to be a position which was to be taken by a person who was going to handle the family and protect them.
What else was there to it?
To him it was fine as long as someone competent took that seat, but now…
Struggle for power? This was all wrong, he didn't see power, but responsibility first.
If his desire for this responsibility to protect everyone was going to endanger others, he might as well give up on it.
"Arnold.." Arthur suddenly spoke.
"Yeah.." Arnold still had his back as he opened the refrigerator and was picking something out.
"Do you want to be the next Lord?"