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It 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.

[[ for they who are here! ]]

Date: 2010-09-25 04:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com
Thank god he was kind of on the skinny side, since Katchoo felt like she was already in danger of toppling over.


"Aww," she said, her usual reflexive reply of I'm not a lesbian, I just don't like men luckily very far from her mind right now. She reached up to pat him on the shoulder. "I'm . . . glad you're glad."

Date: 2010-09-25 04:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com
"No sausage," Merlin informed her hair blearily.

Date: 2010-09-25 11:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com
Katchoo snickered, the sound a little muffled by the clinging. "Nah. Leave that to you guys."

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