Arthur's Chambers, Wednesday Evening

Yesterday had not been a good day.

Arthur had been trying to repress all of it, which in layman's terms meant he'd taken it out on the knights. Much longer than usual. (Look, he really, really wished his father all the happiness in the world, so he had to cast aside his negative feelings about the whole thing as well as he could. Which meant violence.)

Which meant that by nightfall, he was exhausted. Right now, in fact, he was curled up in his bed, his head facing the window and his fingers tangled in his blanket. He was sleeping fitfully. It was a bit of a blessing.

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