#hasthur

from what they've got allowed to see, consort is a tall lean man, recently starting to gain weight again after months of starvation, his body is half exposed by the clothes king chooses for him and the pale skin littered with scars, emphasized by the golden jewellery he seems to be drowned in.

one of the servants once told that she was tasked with helping the consort in bath and saw all his scars - they covered his arms, his legs, his back and stomach, the most recent once seemingly was the one on the throat and wrists as if king in yellow's golden shackles were eating the man's skin and bone. as she washed his hair he instinctively leaned in but seconds later flinched back, remembering himself almost.

that servant was found next morning lying in far halls of the palace - beheaded and torn apart. hearing the news of her death made consort's face show some strange emotion for a small moment, something between grief sadness desperation and anger. he said nothing.

another strange thing about arthur lester - they learnt name by accident when he was addressed by the king, he was always silent. to many he seemed like a man who would talk or mumble a lot, even if it was just him in the room. yet, no voice, a. apparently it was another one of king's privileges - to listen to his consort's voice like a songbird.

Hm?

What is that?

What.. (yawns) what you just said.. just now...

A poem...

What is it about..?

It's... Nothing. It's nothing... Go back to sleep, Arthur.