Over half a season passed since Arthur said he would be her boyfriend, yet Frey had yet to see him once since then. Sure, it was business as usual, but they had yet to date or spend any time alone. She acted normal, but now as she wrote out a note, her lips pursed into a pout. Would it be selfish of her to say it outright? But he hasn't made any effort to see her!

She tore off the old note and wrote "I want to see you!" in its stead. Satisfied, she left and returned to her chores.

At two in the morning, three knocks interrupted her serum making. She opened the door and peered into a set of baby blues behind a glass lens. Her jaw dropped. He gave a nervous smile and said, "You wanted to see me?"

"Go to bed," she ordered.

He chuckled, "But shouldn't you be in bed too?"

She pursed her lips, "If it's this late then it's time you could be sleeping!"

"I'll be fine, I slept two hours yesterday."

"Arthur," she gasped, "That's what I'm talking about!"

"And when did you last sleep?"

She frowned and said nothing.

He chuckled, "Can you spare a minute or two?"

"Let me finish boiling this first. It's almost done."

He nodded and followed her inside to her workroom. The first shock was how chaotically messy everything looked, but the next shock was how efficiently she moved through it. She controlled and created the typhoon all at the same time. When she poured the last drop into a bottle, she wiped her brow and smiled. "All done."

"It's a little brisk outside, but would you like to take a walk?"

Her eyes widened. "Sure." She paused and mumbled, "Give me a second." She ran to another room and came back a minute later with two mugs of hot chocolate. "I thought it would be nice."

His eyebrows arched. "You're a mind reader," he replied, and pulled out a small bag full of white blobs. "These are marshmallows. It's a new product I'm trying out. The family said they went best with chocolate." He pulled out two and dropped them into the cups. "Shall we?"

The cool air made her shiver. A warm arm around hers made her freeze in shock. Arthur seemed not to notice and squeezed her arm as he led her forward. Neither said a word, and though that created a nervous tension within her, it also felt comfortable, as though they didn't need words to communicate.

"It's always so quiet at night," she mused, "It's like we're the only two here."

He nodded. "I feel the same. How did you like the marshmallows?"

She cringed. She had yet to take a sip. She brought it to her lips and surprisingly, the slightly bitter chocolate turned into something light and sweet. "It's sweet! I like it!"

"It is rather sweet, isn't it? I enjoy it as well. I have a feeling it will be a very popular item with girls."

"Have you given any to Porcoline yet?"

Arthur grimaced. "I have, and we are fortunate I had this bag stashed away otherwise there would be none left." Frey giggled. As they passed by the observatory, Arthur stopped. "Think they left it unlocked?"

"We could see?"

He walked over and opened the door. He smiled and waved her over. "Let's go look at the stars." Frey followed him to the top. "Do you know any constellations?"

"None," she replied with a nervous laugh.

"Then I'll teach you." He held her hand and brought her to the scope. Standing behind her, he placed his chin on her shoulder and put his eye to the scope. The sudden contact startled her. She shuddered as her heartbeat quickened. "Cold," he asked, mistaking her shiver. He wrapped his arm around her tighter, "I'll keep you warm."

He smelled like ink and spice. His fingertips held the remnants of black ink. His hair felt silky against her cheek. And his arms brought a sense of comforting warmth. She melted into him with a soft sigh.

"Look," he whispered, "That star in the center is called Polaris. It always points to the north."

As she gazed through the scope she asked, "Did you have a lot of tutors at the palace?"

He sighed, "Let's not talk about that right now." Noticing her miffed expression, he grimaced. "When I'm with you, I'm happy. When I was in the palace, I wasn't happy. I don't want to bring up those memories with you."

She leaned against his shoulder and nodded. "Sorry for asking."

"You didn't know. Here," he pointed at the sky, "See those stars in a row? Follow them and connect to the stars on the side and above."

She wrinkled her brow, but followed his instructions silently. A part of her didn't want to bother him with her questions, despite his patience and eagerness to teach.

"What does it look like to you?"

The lines curved and flowed outward. She pursed her lips and guessed, "A runey?"

He chuckled, "Precisely. Long ago people saw shapes in the sky. They named those sets of stars after a runey."

As he named more constellations, she settled into his embrace. The warmth felt nice, and her eyelids started to droop as the soft comfort turned her muscles to goo. She yawned and rubbed her eyes.

"Am I boring you?"

She shook her head fervently. "No! This is so comfortable I'm falling asleep." His body stiffened. "Arthur," she asked as she pulled away.

"N-no," he objected, a little too loud to be considered normal. His arms squeezed her tightly and he buried his face into the crook of her neck. "You're so cute I don't know what to do." His voice was muffled and she could barely hear it, but nonetheless, shivers ran down her spine.

"Arthur, I," she began.

He interrupted her by spinning her around to him. He stared into her eyes. The moonlight highlighted his blushed cheeks. He reached up and ran his hand through her hair. "Before I am a Prince, I am a man." He leaned down and kissed her.

The cup of hot chocolate she held dropped to the floor.

He gently released her lips. Their hot breaths turned white in the cold night. He smiled and caressed her cheek. "Don't see me as a Prince anymore. If you want to see me, tell me. I always have time for you."

Unable to process the coursing emotions and sensations through her body, she simply agreed. "Okay."

"Let's clean this up," he said, kneeling down and picking up the chunks of glass. She helped, and as their fingertips brushed against each other, they both jerked their hands away simultaneously. Their eyes met, and both laughed. Arthur picked up the last piece and placed it in his empty cup. "I'll toss the cups when I return home. Let's walk home together."

As they walked back, Arthur took her hand. She smiled to herself and squeezed his hand. They felt soft, smooth, and extraordinarily warm in the cold night.

When they arrived at her door, he sighed. "All too soon, our night together comes to an end. I'd tell you to sleep well, but it seems it's almost morning."

Frey chuckled. "Well, why don't we watch the sunrise together?"

His eyes widened for a split moment, then he smiled warmly. "Good idea."

a/n: I guess like Berry Kisses, this is a series of slightly connected one shots. Arthur/Frey is actually my third favorite pairing, but he's such a sweetheart that it's a little hard to think of scenarios for them fanfiction wise. In other words, I have no clue how often I will update this, but if anyone has any requests, I'll take them. I've seen Arthur's marriage event and I know my initial setting was off, but whatever~ it's all fun in the end haha