Artus stared straight ahead as the door opened, expecting to see someone a tad taller - only to find himself lowering his gaze at a younger woman. Brown hair, with a braid, she stared up at Artus and caught a glimpse of what seemed to shyness. “Oh?” He muttered, upon gazing at the young girl. She quickly moved out of the way, and Artus took a better glance at the inside of the Princess’ quarters. Another woman sat near the Princess, who sat ontop of a vanity. His lingered at the woman for a tad longer than he expected, admiring the beauty of Keira.

His train of through had been derailed, as the voice of the Duchess known as Elizabeth gestured for him and the other guards to unload the Princess’ belongings into a corner of the room. “Right away, ma’am.” Artus responded, turning to the other guards. “This way, gentleman. Be careful carrying her Highness’ belongings.” Artus muttered, as they began to walk over to the corner in almost an orderly fashion.

However, the princess suddenly approached him, stopping in his path. His eyes met here, as he titled her head and observed him. What did she want? Artus’ eyes widened slightly upon overthinking the situation, until she mentioned she wished to take the bag that Artus was carrying. Taking a brief moment to process what had been asked of him, he finally he held the bag out for the princess to take. 

“Oh, you wish to take this, your highness?” He asked, gesturing for the Princess to it off his hands. “You can absolutely have it.” He said, smiling ever slightly at the lips, trying to maintain composure.