( Here be spoilers )

The King awakes to a very different world from the one that he has always known ( Read more... )

[Arthur is fast asleep on his book...which could well be the reason such odd dreams will come to him this night.

But dreams are always strange, aren't they...?]

The past ten days have been mentally, if not physically draining. But since snapping out of his dispondency a few days ago, Arthur's mind has been full of plans, questions and fears. The people of Camelot need him, that much is true, but how could he come to their and his father's rescue ( Read more... )

The Great Tournament Quarter Finals begin in just half an hour and Arthur is pacing in his tent, fortunately his father isn't there (sharing at tent with your next competitior is just a little too awkward...) so it's clear for Guinevere. He'd sent her a message and he's sure if she can, she will be here ( Read more... )

As arranged with Morgana a few days ago, Arthur comes to her chambers at just before mid-afternoon.

He's full of anticipation, it's been three whole days since he's been in close quarters with Guinevere.

He really can't thank Morgana enough for this.

It's quite late at night, but Arthur heads down to the dungeons regardless, nodding at the guards as he passes them, torch in hand.

He comes to the cell that holds the condemned sorcerer and stands for a moment in front of it.

He can see the old man huddled in the corner of the cell and after a moment.

"So...Dragoon the Great, right?"

"It's been four days of rhyming,
It's getting alarming!

This is ridiculous!
Need stop rhyming NOW"

Pause...

"Wait..."

To Guinevere's house ( Read more... )

As the traditional Camelot Yule Feast drags on, Arthur decides it's a very good time to escape, besides he has presents to give ( Read more... )