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bitchprince"All right," Arthur bellowed across the gathered collection of knights. "I understand that Sir Leon has been responsible for your training over the past few months. I see many new faces among you. Let me introduce myself."
The last few words held a certain sarcastic drawl. "I am Prince Arthur of Camelot, head of the knights, and I am your greatest nightmare. From now on, all of your training will once again be performed by myself. I do not tolerate failure in any of you, although I know you aspire to be its greatest pinacle."
He smiled. It was not a nice smile. "The Knights of Camelot are no mere warriors. We excel in discipline, strength, valor and honour. Our swordsmanship holds great renown in all of Albion. I will commence your training by examining whether you hold to that standard."
He let his eyes glide over the knights present. One of them seemed to be flinching the slightest bit. Thinner than the others. Slouching a bit. "And I will start," Arthur continued, gesturing at said knight with his sword, "With you."
By the time afternoon rolled around, a bruised Dinadan leaned on his fellow and said, dryly, "I did so miss the prince. And how good is it to see him back to his old, jovial self again?"
Gawain snorted, and smacked him mercilessly in the shoulder. "Don't speak too openly now," he said, "I think he's looking for another bout."
"DINADAN! Stop mucking about and get back in here!" the prince bellowed across the field, "Your defense has gotten bloody atrocious-- I'm ashamed to be seen with you."
Sir Dinadan sighed. "Perfect. Can we whack him about the head again?" he muttered.
"Stop whinging." Sir Gawain had no mercy.
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The last few words held a certain sarcastic drawl. "I am Prince Arthur of Camelot, head of the knights, and I am your greatest nightmare. From now on, all of your training will once again be performed by myself. I do not tolerate failure in any of you, although I know you aspire to be its greatest pinacle."
He smiled. It was not a nice smile. "The Knights of Camelot are no mere warriors. We excel in discipline, strength, valor and honour. Our swordsmanship holds great renown in all of Albion. I will commence your training by examining whether you hold to that standard."
He let his eyes glide over the knights present. One of them seemed to be flinching the slightest bit. Thinner than the others. Slouching a bit. "And I will start," Arthur continued, gesturing at said knight with his sword, "With you."
By the time afternoon rolled around, a bruised Dinadan leaned on his fellow and said, dryly, "I did so miss the prince. And how good is it to see him back to his old, jovial self again?"
Gawain snorted, and smacked him mercilessly in the shoulder. "Don't speak too openly now," he said, "I think he's looking for another bout."
"DINADAN! Stop mucking about and get back in here!" the prince bellowed across the field, "Your defense has gotten bloody atrocious-- I'm ashamed to be seen with you."
Sir Dinadan sighed. "Perfect. Can we whack him about the head again?" he muttered.
"Stop whinging." Sir Gawain had no mercy.
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