Merlin, Merlin, Merlin - 1st November 1007

  • Nov. 1st, 2011 at 11:57 AM
not_a_clotpole: (Uh....huh)
He certainly knows how to make a feast awkward.

Last night was Samhain, so of course there was a feast. I've never cared for feasts at the best of times, but ever since Father's illness and Morgana's betrayal it's been even worse. For the first few months I was completely alone up there at the head table, sitting beside the empty King's Chair, trying not to notice it.

Of course, a few months ago Uncle Agravaine came so things have been less...awkward, but still.

Anyway, for once I thought the feast was going rather well, then Merlin had to make an ass of himself and faint. Actually faint, it's not as if I worked him too hard today! He barely had to do anything! And it wasn't incredibly stuffy in the hall either.

Honestly.

Still, Gaius assured us all that Merlin is fine and that he'll be up and about tomorrow, which is good...I mean I wouldn't want anything to be seriously wrong with him, aside from his general bizarre behaviour.

But fainting, really? He's such a delicate flower.
not_a_clotpole: (It's not pouting..it's...disapproval)
Somehow, today, I managed to fall asleep during the council meeting.

And let it be said I do not snore because no-one even noticed for a good twenty minutes, possibly they were all asleep as well because Monmouth was blabbering on at the time.

I don't believe Uncle was very impressed by this behaviour, but with Samhain and the end of the harvesting season fast approaching there's been so many meetings...it's almost constant. I haven't had a chance to train with the knights for a week. Beyond that, I need to drill the guards every fortnight as well, because they need it, they'll forget how to hold a sword if I leave off too long.

And I barely manage to see Guinevere at all.

Something has to change that's all I can say.
not_a_clotpole: (Uh....huh)
The Crown Prince of Camelot is standing on the grand steps of the castle awaiting the arrival of a very important guest.

He's actually having a bit of trouble believing the day has actual come and shifts slightly nervously from foot to foot.

His uncle! His uncle who he's never even met before!

The fact their first meeting will be in public is rather daunting, but there isn't much Arthur can do about that.

There is the sound of horse's hooves on the flagstones and Arthur straightens, resisting the urge to straighten his circlet.

Agravaine Du Bois has arrived.