Ragnelle has brought home a stray.

Rather, Ragnelle has brought home a very small (once and) future king. He currently sits at the kitchen table at the Orkney cottage, elbows up and little legs dangling.

"What shall we eat?" he asks idly, taking in everything there is to take in.

Typist: ...pretend this happened a while ago. Yeah. Any residents ( Read more... )

*Somewhere on the grounds, not too far from the Mansion, not too far from the lake, where there's plenty of sun but few trees, where there's a stretch of cut grass and little else-- this is where King Arthur is. He's dressed in work clothes, well-made but plain, and kneeling in the dirt, spade in hand ( Read more... )

This...

...is certainly unexpected.

*may or may be wearing Gwen's clothes, though you're not to comment on it if he is, for he found his former garb a bit ill-fitting in some rather awkward places*

Yet it has no bearing upon anything at all; I am still the King of England.