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."

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

out unconsciously, as if he was in a daze until Abby had to stifle a laugh. He

yours too." Abby said calmly, yet her words seemed to imply something else, and Arthur

womb being another man's, someone who wasn't Micah. He felt

a second as she reveled in his discomfort for a bit, after everything he put her through, this was nothing in comparison. If she wasn't pressed for

essence now.

here to point out something so obvious." Abby finally put him out of

little Arlo back to Abby, and the woman didn't insist on him continuing

would bring up the attacks and Abby

don't think we should waste time by fighting over

Arthur cut her off. "You don't even deserve to sit

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

shouted. He only stopped because of the sleeping baby in

You were disappointed in me because you deemed I'm weak, someone who couldn't protect the people of this kingdom." Abby spoke unhurriedly, her petite frame, which barely reached his shoulders, was ramrod straight but Arthur couldn't help but feel smaller and smaller in front

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

what could he say? He also knew he did it out of hatred when his deep rooted prejudice toward her made him lose himself. He clenched his fists