Rationing [Arthur]

[Alexander]

Alex did not believe he was as modest as the Prince said he was, but he did not say anything. Alex had never been good at recieving praise of any kind, and he also recognized the fact that he did not give himself very much credit. However, he would find time to reflect inwardly later. For now he had only the people of Camelot in his focus. His families faces were always at the surface of his thoughts, and Alex knew he was most likely pale with worry.

When the Prince thanked him by name, Alex was taken aback. He did nothing but stare in the brief moment after the words were spoken, and immediatly after he realized he was stareing he felt himself redden slightly. Alex knew he was acting silly, but to have the next king of Camelot wanting to shake his hand was not something Alex had ever seen happening. He raised his own hand to take the Prince's, and suddenly realized why so many people would fight for the man in front of him.
Perhaps Alex was being over-dramatic, as was his way, but he knew that if ever there was a king he would die for, it was the one in front of him.

"Your welcome Sire." Alex replied after the Prince gave another thank you. Alex had always had a way with words, but they abandoned him at the current time and he settled for a simple thing to say. He blinked twice so that he would not seem as if he was still stareing, but it most likely did not help as he still felt as if the shock and slight awe on his face must be visible for miles.

Alex felt himself settle slightly as he let the shock roll off him. It was slightly odd how in a few moments conversation, Alex could be thrown for such a loop. He found that if he just accepted it for the strange occurence it was then it had a bit less of an effect on him. Now Alex was simply embarrassed for being so awkward through out the whole last exange. He had just never imagined ever being thanked personally by someone of such a high rank, and as almost an equal.
Forget trying to tell his family about this, they probably wouldn't even believe him.

[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur did not notice the staring. All he saw was a very dedicated citizen of Camelot who had shown their generosity by distributing their extra goods to the people. Alex may not consider it such a grand thing, but Arthur indeed did. He loved the people but would not blame them if they did not wish to share what little they had. When things calmed down, perhaps he would give the family a personal thank you, or token of gratitude. But for now, they had to focus on the more pressing matter . . . the one threatening to bring Camelot to utter destruction.

"I'll check back later," he told him . . . knowing there was a great deal to do and organize and neither of them could afford spending too much time talking. "If you need help, ask the guards and others present." He desperately hoped the numbers would be enough . . . that they would somehow get through this . . . that the crops would continue to grow once again. It was a lot to hope for, but Arthur could not give up . . . not after what he heard from Alex regarding the people of this kingdom, and how much faith they themselves had.

"Good luck Alexander," he told him, giving him a bit of a nod as a goodbye before he turned to leave. While Arthur was still stressed, worried and terrified beyond belief . . . that short conversation helped more than Arthur could have guessed. To hear of kind acts done among the people, to hear of them not giving up, but rather remaining hopeful that they would find a solution . . . it gave Arthur that vote of confidence that he needed, and bearing all that in mind . . . he would indeed find a way to bring back the food and crops in Camelot.

[Alexander]

((All right. So do you want to start our new thread now? I'm currently trying to find a good time to have it take place in.))