The Citadel, Camelot, Sunday
It was the first day of the jousting tournament. There was no place Arthur would rather be than out there, amidst the tents, observing his final preparations and discussing the oncoming matches with his knights. (And, perhaps, making it clear to them that he really did expect them to face him as they did anyone. It wasn't that he had anything to prove here, anymore - not after a year and a half of facing all kinds of warriors in Fandom - but it was terribly annoying, not to mention disrespectful towards the sport itself)
But other concerns called. Father had asked him to make his way inside for the final audiences of the day, before court adjourned towards the jousting field. In Fandom, it was halfway into summer by now; in Camelot, spring had only just truly began, and the audience chamber was awfully cold.
"I come bearing urgent news," said the next citizen. He had a young face and a clean tunic fit for a nobleman, but his accent was not that of Camelot's court. Arthur shifted on his throne and glanced silently towards his father.
[[ for wee ocd, Merlin and a bunch of NPCs; some spoilers for Merlin 2x02, although we go off page quite a bit ]]
But other concerns called. Father had asked him to make his way inside for the final audiences of the day, before court adjourned towards the jousting field. In Fandom, it was halfway into summer by now; in Camelot, spring had only just truly began, and the audience chamber was awfully cold.
"I come bearing urgent news," said the next citizen. He had a young face and a clean tunic fit for a nobleman, but his accent was not that of Camelot's court. Arthur shifted on his throne and glanced silently towards his father.
[[ for wee ocd, Merlin and a bunch of NPCs; some spoilers for Merlin 2x02, although we go off page quite a bit ]]