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bitchprinceThe discovery of Morgana's magic, three witch trials in a row, and his birthday only a scant few days away. Arthur had had a lot on his mind of late, and while the occasional distraction managed to keep the worst of his moods at bay, it still left him feeling uneasy. Avoidant, even, of anything to do with Fandom, which was just one of many things he hadn't told his father.
He knew he shouldn't feel this torn, especially since he considered his own moral stance to be right on this matter, but at the same time, it was his father. He'd sworn fealty, and he--
He was getting a headache.
That Saturday morning - at least that's what it was in Fandom time, not that he knew - he finally rode out into the woods until he'd reached the most hidden heart of them. He stopped there, and took out his phone, and placed a few calls, hoping they'd... settle something.
He wasn't sure.
[[ open for calls and/or he who also lives in Camelot. ]]
He knew he shouldn't feel this torn, especially since he considered his own moral stance to be right on this matter, but at the same time, it was his father. He'd sworn fealty, and he--
He was getting a headache.
That Saturday morning - at least that's what it was in Fandom time, not that he knew - he finally rode out into the woods until he'd reached the most hidden heart of them. He stopped there, and took out his phone, and placed a few calls, hoping they'd... settle something.
He wasn't sure.
[[ open for calls and/or he who also lives in Camelot. ]]
