Tick.... Tock... Tick... Tock...
A thick silence settled in the room, where only a faint distant clock could be heard.
Arthur's gaze remained fixed on the windows, lost in thought. His coffee that was once steaming hot, had finally gone cold, mirroring the dullness in his eyes.
By his side, a red-haired lady caught his odd actions.
"Its getting cold again."
Startled by her words, Arthur set the cup on his desk, his hands went to his temples, massaging his stress away.
"Why... Cecile" he muttered. "Why didn't anyone tell me that person was the rumored Prophet?"
Cecile sighed, giving him an exasperated look.
"I did tell you Arthur! But you never want to hear about anything that isn't related to the Fool's Order."
His heart clenched as if pricked by a needle.
"Do you think the Church of the Sea will see me as an enemy now?"