His Sweet Little Mate by Obticeo Decatect

"Former King Arthur, I wonder if you could spare me a few minutes of your time."

Abby's voice betrayed no emotion when she addressed Arthur, leaving the man in a dilemma for quite a second there.

He couldn't understand what she wanted with him, as nothing about her stance or expression gave her away. Arthur didn't answer her for a moment, and just stood there, staring at her with this deep frown between his brows. However, Abby didn't seem to find this strange, as if she expected him to feel wary of her, especially after the showdown she just subjected him through. "I really won't take too much of your time, just a couple of minutes will do." After she put it like that, Arthur couldn't reject her even if he wanted to. "You want to talk here?"

"No, all of us have things to do, I'll meet you in the old tower."

Arthur thought Abby needed to send her baby away first, and then would march to his old tower in grandiose again, but he found his own brain stuttering when the woman arrived at his study, practically alone and unprotected. "What kind of game are you playing?" The man couldn't help but ask when Abby practically shoved her way into his study, with just her baby in her arms while leaving her cold statue of a personal guard outside the door. However, Abby didn't say anything to him immediately, as she looked at Arthur with her lips pursed until the former king felt like yelling at her just to get her talking and get going.

He almost jumped out of his skin when he heard her finally speak, though. "Sir Arthur, you still haven't held your grandson."

"Wh- what?" Arthur started sweating visibly. "Wait, what are you doing?"

While the man was still processing her last sentence, the woman had already started approaching him with steady steps, her intention as clear as a day.

"Hold your grandson, Arthur." Abby said as she shoved the baby at Arthur's chest, who instinctively wanted to push her away, by extent the baby, as hesitation marred his features. "Look at him and hold him."

Arthur saw the baby, his grandson, up close, his arms stretched out of their own accord as he clutched the baby a little hesitantly. The faint smell of milk from his sleepy yet puffy breath tickled Arthur, and he was frozen in place, forced to bask in the

if he was in a daze until Abby had to stifle a laugh. He was so reluctant earlier, but once

calmly, yet her words seemed to imply something

suddenly reminded of the rumors he spread all those months ago, about the child in Abby's womb being

second as she reveled in his discomfort for a bit, after everything he put her through, this was

essence now.

Abby finally put him out of his misery, and the man visibly

woman didn't insist on him continuing to hold her baby. "What

up the attacks and Abby had finally

waste time by fighting

her off. "You don't even deserve to sit on it, let alone fight with me

to ask you for a chance to prove myself. So do yourself a favor and spare me your bullshit." Abby was oddly calm when she dismissed the old man's outburst. "I don't care about your opinion, but

Arthur could have shouted. He only stopped because of the sleeping baby in

the incident with Ruby and her friends. You were disappointed in me because you deemed I'm weak, someone who couldn't

You actually let your hatred get the better of you, and harmed your own people. The very people you swore to

his deep rooted prejudice toward her made him lose himself. He clenched his fists harder,