It had been less than a few hours in Fandom, yes, but in Camelot over a day and a half had passed since Arthur's guests had arrived.

A day and a half. It was some kind of ( 'Cause trouble' record, and Arthur might have found that amusing if he wasn't absolutely petrified right now. )

If the taxes hadn't brought the mood down in Camelot, then the former Crown Prince's overpowering brood certainly did. Not that Uther noticed any of this: he had ordered a banquet for the evening, to celebrate the Lady Catrina's new title, and he was generally in a splendid mood ( Read more... )

Matters were not exactly improving any.

After tossing and turning a bit last night trying to figure out how the bloody hell they were getting out of this predicament, Arthur looked a bit the worse for wear. Not that he'd admit to it, or do anything but keep his back straight ( Read more... )

The guards of Camelot were up well and early tonight. This, as became immediately apparent to the villagers, would not be one of the peaceful days.

"Search the stables!" Arthur bellowed, stomping across the roads within the city walls as if he owned the place, which technically, it did. "You, check the kitchens. And you, go see about the guards ( Read more... )

"We are gathered here today to join in holy matrimony His Highness Uther of the House of Pendragon, and Her Ladyship Catrina of the House of Tragal ( Read more... )

Within the throne room, for breakfast, Catrina gave King Uther a gift. A necklace, with a heavy amulet, that she promised him was from her father. (It wasn't.) A token of her love, she had said.

On the other side of the castle, Arthur didn't have the foggiest clue. He was busy getting dressed.

The day ahead would be... different.

Arthur could in fact get up and walk. In his estimation, that was the only factor of any import with regards to his current state. Unfortunately, Gaius hadn't quite agreed with him there: despite his protests, Arthur had been relegated to bed, at least for the day ( Read more... )

It had been several days' walk getting here, with precious little chance to get anywhere near where anyone held horses. And Arthur hadn't had too much coin on him regardless - the villagers might have lended him a horse based by his identity alone if he'd gotten close enough, but he had mixed feelings about taking from the poorer towns along the ( Read more... )

The... singing with Dinah and Zack had been bad enough yesterday, and the matter with Merlin was doing his head in to the point where he'd rather ignore it, but Francine had wound up jammed in his head and he hadn't quite been able to shake it yet. Not so much because of Francine, but because he'd remembered, suddenly, the lines of his father's ( ( Read more... )