All the Rage
Author: railise
Title: All the Rage
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Arthur/Gwen
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin, Gwen
Summary: A new fashion trend has hit Camelot, but Arthur isn't impressed.
Warnings: bad fashion choices
Word Count: 549
Prompt: stylish
Author's Note: none
While there was initially concern over whether the people of Camelot would accept knights who were not born of nobility, it soon became evident that wasn’t the case. Lancelot, Elyan, and Percival swiftly became as popular as any of the others amongst the townsfolk. (Gwaine was potentially the most popular knight in certain parts of Camelot; but being that he was noble-born despite his taste for masquerading as a commoner, he did not figure into this equation.)
Percival in particular tended to draw positive attention. This was no great surprise, with his impressive stature and pleasant personality.
What was a surprise was when the stablehand who brought horses around for Arthur and Merlin one afternoon had no sleeves on his tunic.
Arthur looked at Merlin with a raised eyebrow. Merlin shrugged at Arthur. Neither felt like it was worth commenting on, however, and they rode out without saying anything.
When they rode back into town the following day, Arthur muttered to Merlin, "I know it’s hot out, but this is a bit much."
About a quarter of the men they passed had the sleeves of their shirts and jackets removed.
"I’m not sure that’s the reason," Merlin replied.
Two days later, the dining hall was full of nobles, knights… and a plethora of bare arms.
"What on earth is going on?" Arthur exclaimed to Gwen. "We’re going to be the laughingstock of the Five Kingdoms if this keeps up."
She grinned and nudged him. "You spend too much time on the training field and not enough time paying attention to fashion."
"Fashion?!"
"It seems Sir Percival has set quite the trend."
He stared at her for a moment, looked around the room, then back at her. "You’re joking."
Obviously trying not to laugh, she said, "Surely you’ve noticed that you’re the only one whose arms are covered."
"I can’t be the only one," he protested, then glanced behind his seat toward Merlin to prove there was at least one other fully-clothed man besides himself present.
Thinking the king was looking for his goblet to be refilled, Merlin stepped forward with a pitcher- and without sleeves.
Arthur sighed. He’d never cared about his clothes at all other than that they looked presentable and were comfortable whenever possible. Still, the king shouldn’t be outmoded, even if the current style was this completely stupid.
"It's just as well if you don't go along with this, actually." Lowering her voice so only he would hear, Gwen continued, "It would be incredibly distracting for me if you did; I don't know how I'd get anything done."
He was one hundred percent certain she was playing him, but he was also fairly certain she was not being entirely dishonest. Considering the necklines that had become popular on women's gowns the last few years and which Guinevere had happy adopted, Arthur understood well what she was talking about.
And if she meant what she said even a little, it would be fair turnabout, in that case.
Making a mental note to speak with the royal seamstress first thing in the morning, Arthur gave Guinevere the most innocent smile he could muster.
"I'll be sure to keep that in mind."
Reading him like a book as always, she smiled back, though her expression was satisfied. "Please do."
Title: All the Rage
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Arthur/Gwen
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin, Gwen
Summary: A new fashion trend has hit Camelot, but Arthur isn't impressed.
Warnings: bad fashion choices
Word Count: 549
Prompt: stylish
Author's Note: none
While there was initially concern over whether the people of Camelot would accept knights who were not born of nobility, it soon became evident that wasn’t the case. Lancelot, Elyan, and Percival swiftly became as popular as any of the others amongst the townsfolk. (Gwaine was potentially the most popular knight in certain parts of Camelot; but being that he was noble-born despite his taste for masquerading as a commoner, he did not figure into this equation.)
Percival in particular tended to draw positive attention. This was no great surprise, with his impressive stature and pleasant personality.
What was a surprise was when the stablehand who brought horses around for Arthur and Merlin one afternoon had no sleeves on his tunic.
Arthur looked at Merlin with a raised eyebrow. Merlin shrugged at Arthur. Neither felt like it was worth commenting on, however, and they rode out without saying anything.
When they rode back into town the following day, Arthur muttered to Merlin, "I know it’s hot out, but this is a bit much."
About a quarter of the men they passed had the sleeves of their shirts and jackets removed.
"I’m not sure that’s the reason," Merlin replied.
Two days later, the dining hall was full of nobles, knights… and a plethora of bare arms.
"What on earth is going on?" Arthur exclaimed to Gwen. "We’re going to be the laughingstock of the Five Kingdoms if this keeps up."
She grinned and nudged him. "You spend too much time on the training field and not enough time paying attention to fashion."
"Fashion?!"
"It seems Sir Percival has set quite the trend."
He stared at her for a moment, looked around the room, then back at her. "You’re joking."
Obviously trying not to laugh, she said, "Surely you’ve noticed that you’re the only one whose arms are covered."
"I can’t be the only one," he protested, then glanced behind his seat toward Merlin to prove there was at least one other fully-clothed man besides himself present.
Thinking the king was looking for his goblet to be refilled, Merlin stepped forward with a pitcher- and without sleeves.
Arthur sighed. He’d never cared about his clothes at all other than that they looked presentable and were comfortable whenever possible. Still, the king shouldn’t be outmoded, even if the current style was this completely stupid.
"It's just as well if you don't go along with this, actually." Lowering her voice so only he would hear, Gwen continued, "It would be incredibly distracting for me if you did; I don't know how I'd get anything done."
He was one hundred percent certain she was playing him, but he was also fairly certain she was not being entirely dishonest. Considering the necklines that had become popular on women's gowns the last few years and which Guinevere had happy adopted, Arthur understood well what she was talking about.
And if she meant what she said even a little, it would be fair turnabout, in that case.
Making a mental note to speak with the royal seamstress first thing in the morning, Arthur gave Guinevere the most innocent smile he could muster.
"I'll be sure to keep that in mind."
Reading him like a book as always, she smiled back, though her expression was satisfied. "Please do."