Eric was back in his chamber, just one night somewhere else and he misses his former place. He was recovering fast and so his father Okayed that he moved back to his room. Mr Baldwin was with him, doing what King Nixon had entrusted him to do this morning. And so he helped Prince Eric button his shirt in front of the dressing mirror, and that was the last, he had assisted Prince Eric get ready for breakfast.
“Thank you, Mr Baldwin!” Eric appreciated, still looking at his reflection in the mirror.
“You’re welcome, my lord,” the man said. “I need to get going now. Is there any other thing?”
Eric shook his head, “Not all,” he replied.
“Well then,” Mr Baldwin sighed. “I have to take my leave now, trust you can come down the stairs by yourself for breakfast?” he asked.
Eric nodded, “Yes,”
