Arthur did not think this was a good idea. Not in the slightest. In fact, Merlin had received a Stern Talking To or twenty about not bloody well using his magic in public and inviting more witches over. He had not forgotten about what happened the last time, and he had learned his lessons.

As such, he had absolutely no clue how Merlin had managed ( Read more... )

It had gotten increasingly harder to escape the castle now that spring approached. There were preparations to be done, last rations to be distributed carefully so that everyone would have enough, farmers to protect. It was exhausting, was what it was, and Arthur relished the chance to get out for a ride ( Read more... )

With August now behind them, Camelot was starting to cool. It was not yet so cold that it took effort for Arthur to bluff his way out of the castle, but given a few more weeks, it might well get to that point ( Read more... )

It was time to send the girls back home. They would have earlier, actually, but there'd been something strange in the air - according to Merlin, and sadly Arthur's experience in the magical arena was rather lacking, beyond the bit where wizards kept trying to kill him - and, well ( Read more... )

This was a horrible idea ( Read more... )

The discovery of Morgana's magic, three witch trials in a row, and his birthday only a scant few days away. Arthur had had a lot on his mind of late, and while the occasional distraction managed to keep the worst of his moods at bay, it still left him feeling uneasy. Avoidant, even, of anything to do with Fandom, which was just one of many things ( Read more... )

After the feasts of a few weeks back, Arthur had fallen into the routine he preferred above all. Training, training, and more training, interspersed with some talks about minor adjustments in grain dispersion and the occasional audience for the public, as well as the odd hunt ( Read more... )