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Council meetings. Endless, endless council meetings.
It wasn't that Arthur could credibly say he resented them - this was the life he'd been raised for, and the life he'd chosen, even in the presence of a choice (because there was no choice) - but he could very credibly state that they were a pain in his royal arse and if he had to hear Lord bloody Deagan throw out another ludicrous speech about taxing the populace in order to make up for the recent repairs, he was going to go out and get a horse to kick him.
By the time he shut the door to his chambers behind him, it had gone from evening into the first onset of the hours better described as night. "God," he said, the first genuine release he'd had all day. "Well, that was fun."
[[ for the ears ]]
It wasn't that Arthur could credibly say he resented them - this was the life he'd been raised for, and the life he'd chosen, even in the presence of a choice (because there was no choice) - but he could very credibly state that they were a pain in his royal arse and if he had to hear Lord bloody Deagan throw out another ludicrous speech about taxing the populace in order to make up for the recent repairs, he was going to go out and get a horse to kick him.
By the time he shut the door to his chambers behind him, it had gone from evening into the first onset of the hours better described as night. "God," he said, the first genuine release he'd had all day. "Well, that was fun."
[[ for the ears ]]
