♔ 1 | Drift Away

[not_a_clotpole]

[Arthur finds council meetings thoroughly boring at the best of times and this is not the best of times, Samhain is swiftly approaching and with it the end of the summer harvest, so more council meetings then ever have been convened over the last couple of weeks. And for most of the time there's nothing new to hear anyway.

So he drifts off for a bit, imagining happier times when his father was sane and Arthur spent most of his time training with the knights.

He can practically smell the scent of wet grass and hear the clashing of sword blades.]