Camelot, Monday Afternoon into Evening

[bitch_prince]

If the taxes hadn't brought the mood down in Camelot, then the former Crown Prince's overpowering brood certainly did. Not that Uther noticed any of this: he had ordered a banquet for the evening, to celebrate the Lady Catrina's new title, and he was generally in a splendid mood

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Underneath the Castle, Afternoon

[camelotfolk]

An ancient beast laid trapped here: chained to the rock, doomed to spend the rest of his endless life in captivity. Bested by Uther, left to be a sad reminder to any who would wish to do magic in this kingdom, a warning to Druids and warlocks and witches and any other brand of magical being--

--and he was laughing his arse off.

Re: Underneath the Castle, Afternoon

[bigdamndestiny]

Where Merlin was just waiting for him to finish it up. It was all well and good until someone married a troll.

Aaaany minute now.

Re: Underneath the Castle, Afternoon

[camelotfolk]

The Great Dragon got himself under control. Eventually.

"And what do you expect me to do, young warlock?" he said. "It sounds like a-- heee-- happy marriage."

Re: Underneath the Castle, Afternoon

[bigdamndestiny]

"Yes, yes. I know," Merlin grumbled. "But she's--she's ruining destiny!"

Banquet Hall, Evening

[bitch_prince]

Uther sat by the head of this giant table, the troll Catrina - warts and tusks and all - sitting at his side, noisily munching on some rotting fruit. He seemed to have not a care in the world, laughing and chattering happily while courtiers and knights alike tried very hard not to stare at Catrina.

Gaius scraped his throat. He seemed to be gathering his courage to point it out once again.

Somewhere further down the table, Arthur was staring down into his untouched dinner.

Re: Banquet Hall, Evening

[thatsamilkshake]

Somewhere near the head of the table, Francine was standing with a tray of more rotten... something. She thought it might have been moldy potatoes, but she was trying hard not to look directly at it. Things seemed to be moving on it.

The smell on the other hand, she couldn't ignore. Oh dear God, please say something that gets through to him? she tried to telegraph at the old physician with her eyes.

Re: Banquet Hall, Evening

[camelotfolk]

"...Sire," Gaius began at last, carefully. "I really must point out to you again that... her Highness appears to have tusks."

Uther shut his eyes and thumbed the bridge of his nose. "Gaius," he said, "You will stop these libelous accusations immediately."

Re: Banquet Hall, Evening

[thatsamilkshake]

Thanks, God. Way to come through on that one.

Maybe Francine could try it, um. Subtly?

Stop laughing, dragon.

"Would you like some more mold and maggots, your majesty?" It was almost a decent curtsy, if you factored out how the smell of the platter was making her queasy.

Arthur's Chambers, So Late At Night It Is Technically Morning

[bitch_prince]

Arthur was having the worst bloody time sleeping.

In fact, he'd been up and about the halls for a while now, unable to sink back into sleep. Now he returned to his bed, sitting down with a sigh.

Re: Arthur's Chambers, So Late At Night It Is Technically Morning

[bigdamndestiny]

"Aaaaarthur!" came a disembodied voice.

Re: Arthur's Chambers, So Late At Night It Is Technically Morning

[bitch_prince]

"What in the--"

Arthur veered up on instinct, grabbing his sword from its sheath and twisting around. He pointed the sword straight at the bed. "Who's there?!"

Re: Arthur's Chambers, So Late At Night It Is Technically Morning

[bigdamndestiny]

"Aaaaarhtuuuuur!"

Merlin thought he was clever.

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[bitch_prince]

La la la.