Banquet Hall, Camelot, Friday Night
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bitchprinceIt had been a week since certain... events. Arthur's position had been reinstated, and he had very, very subtly informed his father that he really did not want to know any of the details about his marriage bed.
Ahem.
(It had been harder than he'd anticipated to keep a straight face, which was probably relief.)
Now, King Uther had ordained a feast in Arthur's honour, to celebrate the return of his titles. The servants in the castle preferred to refer to it as the 'Thank-God-I-Am-No-Longer-Married-To-A-Troll feast', though none of them would be caught calling it such out loud. Perish the thought.
There was plenty of wine, there was plenty of food, and as the night went on, the nobles loosened up -- which meant the servants got to dip into their fair share of drink, too.
It was a good night.
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Ahem.
(It had been harder than he'd anticipated to keep a straight face, which was probably relief.)
Now, King Uther had ordained a feast in Arthur's honour, to celebrate the return of his titles. The servants in the castle preferred to refer to it as the 'Thank-God-I-Am-No-Longer-Married-To-A-Troll feast', though none of them would be caught calling it such out loud. Perish the thought.
There was plenty of wine, there was plenty of food, and as the night went on, the nobles loosened up -- which meant the servants got to dip into their fair share of drink, too.
It was a good night.
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Date: 2010-09-24 04:46 pm (UTC)"It's never any fun when you warn 'em about the possible mayhem, Arthur," she complained mildly.
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Date: 2010-09-24 04:50 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-09-24 05:33 pm (UTC)--but instead he sort of leaned over. "They wouldn't be entirely wrong about the favourites," he informed her, "but no one can know about that. It would be unfair, and Francine would give me eyes. Also, I'm a prince."
A very plastered prince. Thank you.
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Date: 2010-09-24 05:46 pm (UTC)She halfway wondered what would happen if she poked him. Would he fall over?
She shelved the idea for the time being and grinned at him in a way she wouldn't have if he were sober. "I heard nothin'. Your whatever-it-was is safe with me."
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Date: 2010-09-24 05:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-24 06:00 pm (UTC)As if she had to ask who he was looking at to get that look on his face.
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Date: 2010-09-26 04:37 am (UTC)He didn't want to have to toss a few into the dungeons to cool their heels tonight. He had plans.
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Date: 2010-09-26 06:56 pm (UTC)That was so a hiccup, Arthur.
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Date: 2010-09-26 07:10 pm (UTC)... That went more towards the giving in to the leering part due to personal experience with their experience with-- LOOK LONG MARCHES GOT LONELY.
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