The whole mess was over and done with, and now Arthur had even managed to sweep the last scraps of trouble under the rug. It had been trying, and it had been bloody dangerous, and how could he have been so stupid to begin with?

He had all this adrenaline still coursing through his body, and the morning's training had only taken the edge off. So now that things had been settled, and spoken through with his father, he was in his room. Prying bits of rock off the wall with his sword.

While brooding.

This was a spectacular combination.

[[ for a wizard, and sp ]]