Arthur stepped into the workshop, the scent of metal and oil thick in the air. His gaze swept over the workers busy at their stations before settling on Ben. "How is the progress of the linotype machine coming along?"
Arthur made it a habit to visit the workshop daily to check on the progress, and today was no different. However, he never lingered too long. he knew that no matter how friendly he was, the presence of a king always put pressure on his subjects. He could see it in the way they moved—tense, hyper-aware of his gaze. If he stayed too long, they would start rushing their work, making mistakes. So instead, he limited his visits to twice a day, just enough to oversee progress and answer any questions they had.