"Ah."
Arthur groaned faintly and very slowly opened his eyes, but he couldn't see clearly due to the fogginess of his mind and senses.
"What happened? Did I lose consciousness?" he muttered softly, then sighed heavily. "All I remember is collapsing from the hellish pain I felt."
Without panicking or feeling irritated, he slowly waited for clarity to return, and after a few minutes, his vision regained its sharpness. That's when he saw the familiar ceiling of his room and stared at it for a moment.
But then he suddenly frowned and muttered, "Wait, this corner is above my bed. I don't remember moving from my spot… Could someone have carried me?"
As soon as he thought that, he turned his head with difficulty and looked around, and that's when he saw his loyal maid, Octavia, asleep on a chair beside his bed.
