Sly Demon
Arthur rubbed his chin as he watched the horses with interest and concern.
He was in the castle stable, where all the horses were well cared for, but the black horse he was looking at at the time was Cyrus' horse, and he appeared sick.
The stable was a large wooden structure and in the middle of the compound, a large white flowering tree was standing.
Arthur was very concerned about the horse.
What made him sick? Was it due to the cold? His eyes were swollen and red.
Was he crying? Do horses ever cry?
"What are you up to?" A deep, confused voice asked, jolting him out of his reverie.
He turned to see that it was Victor whom he hadn't seen for a while now.
"The day is bright isn't it?" Arthur asked smiling brightly.
"Indeed it is," Victor laughed.
There was no sign of the sun and the grey clouds exposed that it was going to snow that day but Victor was used to Arthur strange personality.