Post by Arthur Pendragon on Mar 4, 2019 19:57:44 GMT -5
for the love
OF CAMELOT
A new era was upon them. Against all odds, they had defeated an immortal army and Morgana was no where to be found. The wounds of her betrayal had formed scars, perhaps never truly to heal, yet Arthur knew he had to press on: for the good of the kingdom. His father was unwell, and there was no telling if he would recover. It was within a couple of days since they regained Camelot, and he still had not moved from his bed. It pained Arthur to see him like this . . . despite the lies of his father. Despite the rifts that had formed within his family. But still. He could not let his own emotions hinder him from the task before him. The task . . . of being king. Acting king at least, for Uther still drew breath.
The last time Arthur had taken this role -- when Cenred had attacked and his father had been going mad -- Arthur had been, resistant. This time, he knew it was necessary. And this allowed him to keep strong in the decisions he made, that he knew his father would never agree with. Such as, knighting the men of non noble blood. Arthur was speaking to each and every one of them, and that brought him to the doors of Lancelot's chambers. Lancelot had him had a past that was different form the others. Though, Arthur supposed his history with each of the men was all unique. Still. Without them, Arthur would not be here. Camelot would not be what it was. He owed them everything, and would offer all he could.
To Lancelot, he knew the man had always dreamed of being a knight, and as Arthur did with all the rest, he wished to speak to him alone. To ensure him that his position here was safe, stable . . . and to ensure he was settling in alright. Though with Lancelot, Arthur also wished to ensure there was no . . . tension between them. For as Arthur previously reconized, his history with Lancelot was . . . different, because of a certain someone. And so, standing outside of his chambers in the castle -- granted to each of the newly appointed knights -- Arthur knocked on the door, waiting for him to answer or grant permission for Arthur to do so.
The last time Arthur had taken this role -- when Cenred had attacked and his father had been going mad -- Arthur had been, resistant. This time, he knew it was necessary. And this allowed him to keep strong in the decisions he made, that he knew his father would never agree with. Such as, knighting the men of non noble blood. Arthur was speaking to each and every one of them, and that brought him to the doors of Lancelot's chambers. Lancelot had him had a past that was different form the others. Though, Arthur supposed his history with each of the men was all unique. Still. Without them, Arthur would not be here. Camelot would not be what it was. He owed them everything, and would offer all he could.
To Lancelot, he knew the man had always dreamed of being a knight, and as Arthur did with all the rest, he wished to speak to him alone. To ensure him that his position here was safe, stable . . . and to ensure he was settling in alright. Though with Lancelot, Arthur also wished to ensure there was no . . . tension between them. For as Arthur previously reconized, his history with Lancelot was . . . different, because of a certain someone. And so, standing outside of his chambers in the castle -- granted to each of the newly appointed knights -- Arthur knocked on the door, waiting for him to answer or grant permission for Arthur to do so.