Citadel of Camelot, Monday Morning

[bitch_prince]

The throne room had been, if possible, more decadently decorated than it had been at the time of Uther's marriage to Catrina. At least a hundred, if not more, courtiers and servants had gathered to watch their king crown the land's new heir.

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IC

[bitch_prince]

Where we continue to deal with the troll.

Re: IC

[thismaskiwear]

"Possibly because he has eyes," Katchoo grunted under her breath, low enough not to be heard over the confusion as she -- and she was not above a strategically placed "accidental" elbow here and there to clear a path -- pushed her way through the crowd o'bewilderment behind Francine. "Not disturbing cartoon ones, I can practically frikkin' see the hearts, just gag me now . . ."

Re: IC

[bitch_prince]

"Yes," Arthur said, loud and emphatic and completely failing on the 'treating them like servants' score for a beat on account of my stepmother is a troll. "Father, can't you see? She's-- she's-- she's a filthy--"

He made a frustrated noise. THERE WERE NO WORDS.

Re: IC

[thismaskiwear]

No words. Pfft. There were always words.

"Boil-ridden, scheming, toxic-looking . . ."

She could have gone on, but Katchoo took a break to let Arthur interject there. See? She could be nice.

OOC

[bitch_prince]

Where the trolls live.