Woods Surrounding Camelot, Wednesday Morning

[bitchprince]

After the feasts of a few weeks back, Arthur had fallen into the routine he preferred above all. Training, training, and more training, interspersed with some talks about minor adjustments in grain dispersion and the occasional audience for the public, as well as the odd hunt.

But he was hunting for something else today; he was hunting for contact with Fandom, or rather, his friends both on and off it.

As it turned out, having his old routine back made his thoughts about the island far kinder than they used to be.

[[ for phone calls, yes! ]]

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[thatsamilkshake]

"...So is Merlin?" Though no, not exactly. "Well, the first part. Are they really the killy kind of enemies?" Yes, she actually just said that. "Or just the 'not allowed to be alive' kind."

Look, politics hard. Politics that involved not directly insulting Arthur's father, harder.

[bitchprince]

"Sometimes."

And that was all he had.

"They are flaunting the laws of Camelot in public."

[thatsamilkshake]

"By being there at all." Francine wasn't arguing; if anything her tone was one of not entirely comfortable understanding. Merlin said there were magic users who had tried to kill the king, or more importantly Arthur; if she thought they might have had their reasons for the first, she wouldn't say so, but the second made her worry. "I hope things stay peaceful," was all she had.