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."

and once 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

Abby had to stifle a laugh. He was so reluctant earlier, but once he relented, he couldn't deny the connection to his

makes him yours too." Abby said calmly, yet her words seemed to imply something else, and Arthur suddenly felt like he was holding a sack of hot potatoes instead of a small cuddly

child in Abby's womb being another man's, someone who wasn't

bit, after everything he put her through, this was nothing in

essence now.

finally put him out of his misery, and the man

didn't insist on him continuing

attacks and Abby had finally chosen to live up to his expectations for

think we should waste time by

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

calm when she dismissed the old man's outburst. "I don't care about your opinion, but your hatred turned into

only stopped because

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 of her with every word that left her

the better of you, and

wanted to defend himself, but 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 harder, unable to find an outlet for the