A Little Mischief Never Hurt Anyone May 22, 2011 12:07:36 GMT -5
Post by Arthur Pendragon on May 22, 2011 12:07:36 GMT -5
Arthur was not sure how much time had passed, but it was not too much longer after he had taken the oath. While he intended to socialize with those within the castle walls, he also wished to make an appearance with those outside of it. He did not want to watch them from the balcony, making his first appearance as king to them by looking down at the citizen so Camelot while they peered upwards. He was trying to show his belief in equality. Knighting commoners was one step to express that, but now was another opportunity to show the people of how much he believed in this value of equality among others. He knew that status and ranks would always exist, but the line between them did not need to be so great. Which was precisely why he had made his way onto the courtyard, to meet and greet others.
These were the people who made Camelot what it is. It was not only the nobles and knights, or the visiting royals from surrounding kingdoms . . . it was the people themselves who made up the kingdom. Which was why it was essential for him to earn their respect and loyalty, and not take it for granted . . . as Morgana had done. There were entertainers and other activities that took place in the courtyard so that the citizens could feel engaged and a part of this ceremony to celebrate his coronation as king -- and more trivially, his birthday. They had been allowed to witness the oath, but of course not everyone could see. But Arthur was not out and about, among them, conversing with as many as he could. His eyes searched the crowd, seeing both familiar and unfamiliar faces. Either way he held a strong love for every person within the kingdom. Ironically, as he had these thoughts, his eyes rested on one particular individual.
He was not sure how to feel upon seeing her. Frustrated. Annoyed . . . Amused? No. Definitely not amused. The last time he had encountered her, she had broken into his chambers -- and he had later found out what she had done to his precious face. Still. She was here, and Arthur was not about to cause a scene by lashing out. He did not wish to do that, for with this position, came the need for a bit of maturity . . . or maybe not. Seeing her back was turned towards him, Arthur approached her, hoping he would not regret this action. Who knows what she had up her sleeve, as she had already earned the title troublemaker. When he was directly behind her, his hands clasped behind him. He gave a very faint smile, and in a rather serious voice, spoke to her. "Kazira," he greeted. Yes . . . he had a bone or two to pick with her.Setting: In the courtyard
Time of Day: Night time
Timeline: During the coronation/birthday celebration
Tag: Kazira Astras