Arthur was as equally embarrassed over his parents' gushing praise. He was blushing and smiling nervously. It seemed strange to have praises going over both himself, and the princess. They both came from such different duties. He was a commander and she a saint. It would make sense to tale about him in comparison to the prince. Nonetheless, the strange opposition didn't seem to affect the king or his parents. It made Arthur feel a bit better when his parents moved on to praising Walter. He felt less embarrassed and more relaxed. The conversation seemed to wrap up at Cassandra's mention of the queen.<br/><br/>Arthur smiled and bowed slightly as the king left. He had no idea if that was polite or not, but it seemed proper. His mother smiled and kissed him on the cheek. She had her elbow linked with Father's. Father patted him on the back strongly. Arthur smiled.<br/><br/>"We're going to sit with the Caldwells. Perhaps you'll join us for dinner later?" Mother curtsied, "Your Highness, excuse us."<br/><br/>"Take your time, son. Have a nice chat." Father winked before smiling at Cassandra and nodding respectfully. "Evening, Your Highness."<br/><br/>Arthur's face froze in place, a fake smile on his face.<span style="font-style: italic">Father! That was not as subtle as you thought it was.</span>The baroness even shot her husband a quick, fierce glance. The baron and his wife left the two standing there by themselves.<br/><br/>Arthur cleared his throat. "Sorry about that. However, as I was saying, your charity work has always been inspiring to me. I is so wonderful to see some one doing something about the pain in the world. I admit to be glad to see someone hard at work counter-attacking my miserable profession's outcomes. I have thought many times to donating. However, the irony, if not hypocrisy, to that has not escaped me. It has stilled my hand. You don't want a butcher's blood-money."<br/><br/>Arthur did not hide his heartfelt sorrow and lamentations.