Memory 79: Terrible

Later on both would say it was the other’s idea, but truthfully it was probably one of their rare joint decisions.

So maybe it wasn’t a surprise that things were going so terribly.

“What are you doing?”

“What?”

“You’re staring at me, Arthur.”

“I am not!”

“Close your eyes.”

“If I do that, how I’m supposed to see what I’m doing?”

Morgana gave a shrieking laugh. “You need to see? You’re so pathetic!”

“I am not!” Arthur’s cheeks reddened. “Besides, you’re the one who wanted to do this.” He smirks. “You’ve got such a crush on me, admit it!”

Morgana gave that annoying laugh of hers again. “Oh, please. You practically ambushed and begged me to!”

Arthur drew himself to his full height, which to his great embarrassment wasn’t all that much taller than Morgana’s. “Princes do not beg.”

“Are we going to do this or aren’t we? I’m losing my patience.”

“Fine, fine, I’ll close my eyes.” Arthur wasn’t particularly enamoured of the idea, but he’d sworn that he’d do this. Otherwise, how could he hold his head high? The other prospective knights were starting to wonder.

They tried again…closer…closer…a breeze tickled Arthur’s nose in an extremely unpleasant way.

“Stop breathing on me!”

“I’ve got to breathe, Arthur! It’s necessary!”

“It’s annoying! If I have to close my eyes you can…not breathe on me.”

Morgana rolled her eyes and got that look on her face that used to mean she was about to punch him. “Fine.”

“Right.”

He leaned in and…

Morgana sneezed.

Arthur shrieked – or rather made a very manly objection, yes…princes didn’t shriek.

“This is ridiculous!” They said it at the same time then eyed each other.

“You know what, let’s…make an agreement,” Arthur did his best to sound like that boring old man who always ran the treaty meetings.

Morgana eyed him uncertainly.

“Let’s not, but say we did.”

Morgana was silent for a moment or two and Arthur wondered for a moment if she really was going to punch him.

Then she laughed, one of her nicer laughs this time. “That’s actually…not a bad idea.”

Arthur grinned. “I thought so! You can be the envy of all the girls in Camelot.

Morgana smirked and lifted her chin. “I’m all ready that.”

Arthur rolled his eyes and gave her a brotherly shove. “And they say I’m conceited.”

And to think he was actually going to kiss her! He dodged a javelin right there, no doubt about it.