Room 303, Thursday Afternoon

[bitch_prince]

Leto had buggered off to the Art Crawl for the afternoon, which meant it was Arthur's good right to abuse the room for once. It wasn't as if he was capable of doing much right now, his arm being what it was - he was confident the worst damage would be done with enough that he'd be able to deal with Romeo and the girls on Monday, but at the moment

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[bigdamndestiny]

Which was why he was so terribly lucky to have a servant who brought him books when he came on into the room sans knocking.

"Have you seen this?" He asked, offering it over with the enthusiasm of a puppy.

[bitch_prince]

"It depends," Arthur said, dryly, "on what 'this' is." He took the book and squinted at it.

No, he hadn't. He'd gotten distracted by military history.

[bigdamndestiny]

"It has history from before Camelot," Merlin said, flipping to the bit about Roman rule. Attempted rule. Which ever.

[bitch_prince]

"I think I know our history, Merlin," Arthur said. It didn't keep him from considering the images and words in front of him, mind.