The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitch_prince]

He'd returned from the cruise safe and sound. While that had given Arthur a great deal to think about, it also meant that he was, in part, grateful to return to whatever semblance of a routine he'd managed to set up. And since he now no longer needed to carry bandages nor slings, life would be far easier.

He felt far less useless. Good.

He arrived in the salle early, never too fond of dawdling, and chose some practice swords for the day.

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