Camelot Citadel, Monday
Sep. 6th, 2010 06:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bitchprinceWithin the throne room, for breakfast, Catrina gave King Uther a gift. A necklace, with a heavy amulet, that she promised him was from her father. (It wasn't.) A token of her love, she had said.
On the other side of the castle, Arthur didn't have the foggiest clue. He was busy getting dressed.
The day ahead would be... different.
On the other side of the castle, Arthur didn't have the foggiest clue. He was busy getting dressed.
The day ahead would be... different.
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Re: Throne Room, Afternoon
Date: 2010-09-06 04:59 pm (UTC)You could hear the servants groaning already.
Re: Throne Room, Afternoon
Date: 2010-09-06 05:09 pm (UTC)He didn't say a single damned word, though, and the slight pressure of his nails in his palms was the only sign that managed to wrestle its way through his rigid composure.
No. Nono.