Arthur thought about his brother's request for a bit before groaning and storing it at the back of his mind.
He finally got himself dressed and to the Mess Hall in time. At the door, he gave a short bow towards the portrait of the late queen and proceeded to his seat, completely avoiding the girl who served him breakfast every morning.
'Aaahhhh, how am I going to get food today?' the prince mentally screamed.
'We discussed this already. Just walk up to her, wink, smile and be a charming prince. Females like that kind of thing,' his phoenix pitched in.
Arthur had spent a good chunk of his early morning, with next to no constructive help from his phoenix, contemplating how he was supposed to approach the girl who'd only lied to him the day earlier… and… he'd come up with nothing.
He had no solution.
It irked him that she'd lied to him… but even more that he couldn't find it within him to confront her… calmly.
This was a delicate matter…