Adjustments | Arthur/Gwen, Merlin, Leon, Gwaine | PG-13
"MERLIN! Get in here! I needed to be dressed and on the training field ten minutes ago!"
At the bellow, Merlin came running into the room, already retorting, "You would think the king would be able to dress himself-- ohhh, right."
Arthur glared at him. "Just help me change my clothes."
Later that afternoon, Leon helped Gwaine untie his arm from his belt. "I don't see the point of us all adjusting our fighting style," Gwaine grumbled. "Seems to me that hindering the entire army is an overreaction."
"Look at it as a challenge?" Leon suggested, even as he silently agreed.
They both bit their tongues when Arthur approached. "Where's Percival?"
Leon gestured past them. "I think he's headed for the armory, Sire."
"Excellent." Arthur headed in the same direction, hoping that it would not prove to be too complicated to remove sleeves from chainmail. The way his was flopping around was becoming incredibly annoying.
Gwen did not mind cutting up Arthur's meat at dinner, often turning it into foreplay when they were dining alone-- as they were that evening.
Arthur was even becoming quite fond of having Guinevere on top in bed with some frequency, something that he had previously been reluctant to try. There were perks to having had to cut off his arm, apparently.
Not many, however. The next morning, he was still in his night clothes, his bath water was getting cold as it sat unoccupied in the other room, and neither his servant nor his wife were anywhere to be found.
"MERLIN! Get in here! I needed to be dressed and on the training field ten minutes ago!"
At the bellow, Merlin came running into the room, already retorting, "You would think the king would be able to dress himself-- ohhh, right."
Arthur glared at him. "Just help me change my clothes."
Later that afternoon, Leon helped Gwaine untie his arm from his belt. "I don't see the point of us all adjusting our fighting style," Gwaine grumbled. "Seems to me that hindering the entire army is an overreaction."
"Look at it as a challenge?" Leon suggested, even as he silently agreed.
They both bit their tongues when Arthur approached. "Where's Percival?"
Leon gestured past them. "I think he's headed for the armory, Sire."
"Excellent." Arthur headed in the same direction, hoping that it would not prove to be too complicated to remove sleeves from chainmail. The way his was flopping around was becoming incredibly annoying.
Gwen did not mind cutting up Arthur's meat at dinner, often turning it into foreplay when they were dining alone-- as they were that evening.
Arthur was even becoming quite fond of having Guinevere on top in bed with some frequency, something that he had previously been reluctant to try. There were perks to having had to cut off his arm, apparently.
Not many, however. The next morning, he was still in his night clothes, his bath water was getting cold as it sat unoccupied in the other room, and neither his servant nor his wife were anywhere to be found.
"MERLIN!"
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