The Lady Angora was stroking her dinner fork as she went on and on about how lovely Camelot was in spring, and Arthur was at a juncture so desperate that he fleetingly contemplated impaling himself on said fork. The feast to celebrate yet another treaty with yet another kingdom that Arthur was having a difficult time remembering the name
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Hahaha great reference! This is a great fic! I thought I'd just peek over and check it out but I honestly didn't expect to get this caught up in it!
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But really, thank you! :)
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