Arthur's Chambers, Citadel, Camelot, Tuesday Afternoon

Arthur had already mostly settled into the knowledge that he wouldn't be making it to Homecoming. There was too much going on across Camelot, too many things to settle, and he really couldn't justify making up some story for his father just to see some friends. He owed his kingdom more than that.

Which had been his story right up until he got the letter earlier that day.

Now? Now, he was packing, having convinced his father he was simply off to investigate some rumors of illegal sorcerers in the south. At least he was going to be seeing one acquaintance that weekend - even if it was just to haul Mat's bloody stupid arse out of trouble.

[[ for merlin if he wishes, otherwise establishy ]]