His guards barely had time to step aside as he stormed through the corridors. In his haste, he did not even notice a figure sitting quietly in the living room, who watched him with wide eyes, mouth slightly open in surprise.
By the time Arthur reached the entrance hall, he finally caught himself.
Wait… why am I running?
Realizing how out of character he looked, he slowed down immediately, adjusting his pace and posture with practiced ease. By the time he stepped out the door, he wore his usual calm and cold expression, like he had just wandered over by coincidence.
"Carl. You're here," Arthur said smoothly, his voice steady.
Carl, however, narrowed his eyes and instinctively took a small step back.
Something was… off.
Since when did Arthur ever greet guests at the door? He had been known to ignore even close friends unless they barged in with urgent business.
