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 ( Read more... )

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. )

So apparently Karla 'wasn't feeling too well' and 'needed some time away from it all' and whatever other rubbish Merlin had been spouting. Arthur still thought this was the worst bloody idea since that time he shot that unicorn. No good would come of it.

In the end, Merlin had insisted, and in the end, Arthur had very grudgingly capitulated, but ( Read more... )

There were a few things Arthur wasn't fond of getting, and panicked voicemails without detail were starting to get high on that list - just below equally panicked if more detailed phone calls from Katina. Sufficient to say, it had been a long afternoon and night.

And there was a wizard (worst bloody wizard he had ever met, honest to God) that wasn ( Read more... )

Despite classes and everything of their ilk, Arthur still had entirely too much time on his hands most days. Especially now. When he wasn't out hunting or frustrating blessing the student body with his presence, he liked to spend it either in the salle, or here, making sure his body was trained down to the nines for anything. Even if there wasn't ( Read more... )

They had gone for a hunt. At least, that had been the general term. The honest truth was that Arthur needed to get away from his room for a while, away from the building, and into an area that made some senseThat may have explained the lack of any insults thrown at Merlin's head, but for the few that were actually needed. It also explained why he ( Read more... )