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[andfutureking]

    “Kay! Kay!”

He’s just a scrawny, scruffy thing with mussed hair and a smudge or two on his face, and he comes tearing in bearing a sword that looks like it should to be too heavy for him to even lift. Some people might recognize it.

“I’ve found a sword for you!”

He stops suddenly, swinging the sword to bring its point to rest on the

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[anna_morcades]

She knows him, of course, as she knew him the first time she saw him; as she would know him anywhere. Morgause stiffens in the doorway. First her jfksldfj husband, and now this?

"Arthur," she says, softly.

[andfutureking]

He stops and turns towards her, looking surprised.

"Yes, madam?"

[anna_morcades]

"What do you here?" Gently, as she steps away from the door.

[andfutureking]

"I'm looking for my brother," he says.

[anna_morcades]

Her mouth tightens, just slightly. "He is here."

[andfutureking]

"Yes, I know," he says. "I mean, he has to be here somewhere."

[anna_morcades]

"In the kitchen, most like." Kay's whereabouts patently do not interest her. She moves toward him, skirts rustling, and offers her hands.

[andfutureking]

"I... I should go find him," he says, but then he steps forward and takes her hand anyway.

[anna_morcades]

She bends to kiss his cheek. "Be welcome, my lord."

[andfutureking]

"I think you have me mistaken for someone else," he says.

[anna_morcades]

"Nay." Her voice is a little husky. "That I have not."

[andfutureking]

"I don't know you."

[anna_morcades]

For once she speaks without calculation, without considering the consequences. "My name is Anna."

[andfutureking]

"Mine is Arthur."

[anna_morcades]

If it was anyone else, she would be rolling her eyes. But as it is she only smiles a little. "I know't."

[andfutureking]

"How?"