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Camelot stood peaceful as it sometimes did: no sorcerers had been burned in about a forthnight, there were no bandits getting particularly close to the city proper, and there were no real problems with the food or water.
Inside one room, the Lady Catrina and her servant busied themselves with something particularly noxious-smelling. And a trinket. But that was hardly of any import just yet. After all, that was their business.
In the morning, the knights would head out for training. In the afternoon, Uther would recieve citizens in need of mediation or favours in his audience chamber. The markets would bustle, and the farmers would work.
Yes. It was just another day in Camelot.
Inside one room, the Lady Catrina and her servant busied themselves with something particularly noxious-smelling. And a trinket. But that was hardly of any import just yet. After all, that was their business.
In the morning, the knights would head out for training. In the afternoon, Uther would recieve citizens in need of mediation or favours in his audience chamber. The markets would bustle, and the farmers would work.
Yes. It was just another day in Camelot.
Re: Arthur's Chambers
Date: 2010-09-05 03:36 pm (UTC)Re: Arthur's Chambers
Date: 2010-09-05 03:39 pm (UTC)He tried to think of an inspiring threat, but his heart wasn't really in it.
"...sic Brynmor on you."
Re: Arthur's Chambers
Date: 2010-09-05 03:41 pm (UTC)STOP BEING HELPFUL, MERLIN.
Re: Arthur's Chambers
Date: 2010-09-05 04:05 pm (UTC)What was going to happen next? Was Katchoo going to barge into the room and proclaim she was vying for the Lady Catrina's hand alongside Merlin and his father? That would be the perfect next stage in this ridiculous farce, wouldn't it?
"I realise she's a very-- attractive-- woman, but for the sake of the privacy of our guest, I'd suggest you sleep at Gaius's tonight," he added. Prickly, yes.
... and asking Merlin to sleep on the couch, apparently.
Re: Arthur's Chambers
Date: 2010-09-05 04:10 pm (UTC)Re: Arthur's Chambers
Date: 2010-09-05 04:12 pm (UTC)Re: Arthur's Chambers
Date: 2010-09-05 04:14 pm (UTC)Re: Arthur's Chambers
Date: 2010-09-05 04:17 pm (UTC)Re: Arthur's Chambers
Date: 2010-09-05 04:20 pm (UTC)Re: Arthur's Chambers
Date: 2010-09-05 04:21 pm (UTC)So yes, in other words.
Re: Arthur's Chambers
Date: 2010-09-05 04:23 pm (UTC)"All... right."
Re: Arthur's Chambers
Date: 2010-09-05 04:25 pm (UTC)Another time, Arthur would also be less likely to do something as base as refer to a woman's clothes.
Re: Arthur's Chambers
Date: 2010-09-05 04:27 pm (UTC)Re: Arthur's Chambers
Date: 2010-09-05 04:29 pm (UTC)So why was Merlin looking at him like he'd gone mad?
"Right," he said, squinting at him. "...What are you staring at?"
What the hell was going on?
Re: Arthur's Chambers
Date: 2010-09-05 04:37 pm (UTC)Re: Arthur's Chambers
Date: 2010-09-05 04:50 pm (UTC)Re: Arthur's Chambers
Date: 2010-09-05 04:58 pm (UTC)Re: Arthur's Chambers
Date: 2010-09-05 05:00 pm (UTC)Which would explain the surprised squinting on Arthur's part.
"You're the one spying in my chambers."
Re: Arthur's Chambers
Date: 2010-09-05 05:01 pm (UTC)Re: Arthur's Chambers
Date: 2010-09-05 05:03 pm (UTC)He wasn't sure what to think any more. Merlin was behaving entirely too erratically for it to just be-- adolescent gawping.
Re: Arthur's Chambers
Date: 2010-09-05 05:04 pm (UTC)Re: Arthur's Chambers
Date: 2010-09-05 05:09 pm (UTC)Dubious Arthur was still dubious, and now increasingly convinced Merlin was just flailing about to try and make him feel better. Which was nice, but still.
... It was possible Arthur got a bit irrational once his father got involved.
"...Right now?"
Re: Arthur's Chambers
Date: 2010-09-05 05:11 pm (UTC)Re: Arthur's Chambers
Date: 2010-09-05 05:18 pm (UTC)He may have gripped his sword somewhat threateningly.
"You weren't," he checked, "Trying to get a look at her while she had her top off? And don't lie to me now, Merlin."
Re: Arthur's Chambers
Date: 2010-09-05 05:19 pm (UTC)Re: Arthur's Chambers
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