A Little Mischief Never Hurt Anyone

[Arthur Pendragon]

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}

[†Kazira Astras†]

Kazira had watched the entired coronation from the back of the room. And to say she couldn't have happier was an understatement. Despite the teasing and the annoying moments that they had; she cared for the prince, now king. She believed he would make a good king. At least he truly cared for his people. She had stayed in the back till the end before heading out to the courtyard to check on moros. He didn't like to be in big buildings. They made his stomach turn. He was the one who had pushed her to dress decently for once. She traded her services as a mercenary for money and bought the dress that she was now wearing.

The dress was a royal blue with sheer sleeves that stopped midbicep. Areher waist and hips was a silver chain that looped around several times and jingled softly when she walked. The skirt of the dress flared out around the knees. She had bought a pair of black knee high boots and wore them for the occasion. Her hair which now only reached her mid shoulders. Her foreflocks were pulled back into a small braid. She qirked her lips. She make a bet that the new kind would abrely recognize her since she was wearing very light make-up as well.

Kazira smiled as she saw all of the smiling faces of the people. They seemed to have the same sentiments that arthur would make a great king. She trusted arthur, she probably always would. Of course his father was another story altogether she would never trust him. Uther was to closed minded. She idly wondered if the "little prince" knew she was there and wondered what he would do. She giggled at the thought. He'd probably throw a fit. She walked over to a group of people and began talking to them about the ceremony.

As she was conversing with the group she realized a few of them were ones she had met during the ceremony. They were talking about how beautiful their new queen was and how well matched the two of them were. Kazira heard the voice behind her and recognized the serious tone ducked down slightly like a kid in trouble causing some of the people to smile and laugh. The ones that knew her before knew exactly what she had done before she had come back and knew she treated the king like a brother. Kazira straightened and turned with a smile on her face. The people around her bowed. "Arthur!" Some gaped at her for her lack of titles and lack of etiquette. Moros heard the exclamation and just shook his head. Kazira will be kazira no matter what or wo is around her. "Congradulations are in order are they not?" She beemed at him and clasped her hands behind her back and rocked back to her heels. She snapped her fingers in rememberance, "oh! I have something for you!" She reached down to her boot and pulled out a thin box that was wrapped inred silk with gold thred designs running through it. "Here." She held it out to him almost hesitantly. She didn't know he he was going to react to the gift. It took her what felt like forever to make. It was a small dagger with the pendragron crest carved into the hilt. It was made ti be concealed or be decorative whatever he decided to do with it. " I hope that you like it." She smiled up at him.

Moros looked at his friend in confusion. Why was she giving him the silk her mother made her for her birthday? Speaking of birthdays ...moros looked at her but didn't say anything...he wanted to see what she was going to say or do...since she also changed today...

[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur didn't know what it was about Kazira. Ordinarily, he would never let someone get away with . . . well, breaking into his chambers and doodling all over his face! Yet with her, he was willing to appease it, sort of. Perhaps it was because he knew she did not do it to be malicious. That it was a prank, with innocent intentions of sorts. She had shown her respect through words and actions when the situation called for it and he knew that she was no threat to him. He knew that now for certain. When she turned to face him, that's when he got a proper look at her and she almost looked unrecognizable. She was certainly dressed for the occasion; rather than wearing comfortable travel clothing -- typical of any nomad -- she was clad in a more fancy, more feminine garb. Arthur had to comment, yet this time, not in an entirely teasing way. "You look lovely tonight," he told her sincerely. It was of course not in a flirtatious way, but it was meant as a genuine compliment. They could both be civil to one another for one night . . . right?

Speaking of civil, he did not even comment on her lack of formality. Especially not now of all times. He was building a kingdom which emphasized equality, so how could he demand to be referred to with titles now? He did not find it disrespectful, but almost . . . comforting, that others felt at ease with him. The crowd that surrounded her seemed to notice that he and Kazira were well acquainted and began to disperse to leave them to their own conversation. "Are they?" He asked, this time a bit more teasingly when she rhetorically questioned whether a congratulations was in order. He was about to thank her, maybe even bring up that small incident in the past . . . but it was immediately put on hold when she exclaimed that she had something for him. His eyebrow slightly raised, almost cautiously. "It's not another charming note, is it?" He asked, referring to all those 'charming notes' she had written on his face for him.

But when she pulled out nicely wrapped package, he knew there was no joke or prank inside, waiting to be unraveled. He looked at it, finding himself rather touched with the very notion that she would go through the trouble to get him something, when he felt it was unnecessary. Her presence her was enough to make him feel honored. He slowly raised his hand to accept it, just looking at the wrapping before his gaze met her eyes. "You did not have to do that," he told her, though he knew better than to reject a gift. It was impolite, and while he had not expected anything . . . he felt immensely grateful that she had gotten him something anyway. When he held the package in his hand, his gaze fell back to it. He was no fool. He was well aware of the expensive cloth that she had wrapped it in and wanted to question the expense . . . but again, that would be rather impolite. Instead, he allowed the moment of surprise linger before he slowly unwrapped it, revealing the content within. He became immediately mesmerized by the gift.

It was a dagger with the Pendragon crest carved into the handle. He knew that she had made it herself, without even having to ask. He just looked at it with awe, taking in every detail of it, every intricate groove which collectively made up a symbol that represented his family's name. Arthur wasn't quite sure what to say. He was at a loss for words over the generosity of this. He was not sure he could vocalize the great appreciation he felt . . . but he could try. He had to at least try so that he did not look like a fool, just staring at it. "Its beautiful," he said, aware that it was an understatement but he hoped that with the genuineness in his voice, she would be able to tell that such a simple word, carried so much emotion and admiration in it. He somehow managed to break his fixated gaze on it, and looked at her. He really, didn't know what to say . . . though he felt the need to at least express a fraction of how much such a gift meant to him. "I have seen no finer dagger in all my life," he added. He had come across many weapons, yet this would be one that held the most sentiment to him. One that he would truly cherish.

[[ Such an AMAZING gift!! And I thought you'd be happy to know that I totally had him use the dagger in another thread of mine!!! He officially keeps it by his bedside !! ]]

[†Kazira Astras†]

She couldn't help but blush slightly at the compliment. It was still unusual for her to hear them when she dressed the was she was. But she knew by the tone in his voice he wasn't doing it to be malicious. She ducked her head slightly before looking back at him rubbing the back of her neck with a smile. Some habits were hard to break it seemed. "Thanks!" She stated. "You look dashing as always." She said this with her smile still on her face but the sincerity was still there. She always thought he was good looking she would have had to be blind not to but he was a friend who didn't know she considered a brother. Tonight she had decided she wasn't going to cause to much havoc for him.

She'd heard the teasing tone in his voice and only then did she realize she asked a rhetorical question. She let out a laugh and shook her head. This was how things were supposed to be. Not chaos and mayhem but peaceful and joyous...why couldn't the others see it? By others she meant other magic users. Why couldn't they see that he was nothing like his father? But Kazira didn't dwell on it too much. "Oh you know they were charming." She stated with with a smirk. "But no its not a note." She said as she watched his reaction to her gift. Kazira wasn't blind contrary to popular belief. She was more observant that most gave her credit for especially with people she considered family and would do anything to protect them...even confront those who harmed them...without them knowing of course. But she knew he thought that she was going to prank him and she had been sorely tempted to but thought the gift was a much better idea. "Yes I did." she stated softly but a fond smile on her face. She saw the questions enter his mind when he looked at the silk cloth and her eyes dimmed a bit before returning to their previous luster.

The complete and total awe that he was showing a simple dagger was astounding. To her it wasn't nearly finished it needed to be polished and it had so many flaws. But that was what some called the "artist" eye the work was never what they expected. But the dagger wasn't really simple at least the blade wasn't... besides the regular metal she had a mixture of diamonds they were exceptionally strong and they helped reinforce the blade...It wasn't unbreakable but it would take quite a bit of damage to break it. She smiled she wasn't sure if she would tell him those little tid-bits or not. Ordinarily she would have told someone to just get on with it and say what they wanted and be done with it but Arthur seemed to be genuinely at a loss for words. When he said those words she knew immediately that he meant them. She smiled brightly. "You're welcome. I'm glad that you like it." She stated She paused and decided to tell him about the blade. "The blade is special, Arthur. I was able to mix diamonds into it to reinforce it so that it'll take a lot of damage before it breaks or gets damaged." She told him with a sheepish smile before thinking. "I have no idea how i did it but i did."

She looked at him again before stating, "I know that you had a question about the silk that is also a present but not for you but for your queen, Guinevère," she said brightly. "That silk was my mothers." She stated almost randomly but softly. "She hand wove it when i was young and gave it to me on my birthday..." She paused not sure if she should continue."The very day I am giving it to you and your queen." she finished mentally. She didn't want to state it aloud.

[Arthur Pendragon]

When Arthur saw her blush, he couldn't help but smile. He had never seen this modest side to her. If she had blushed at all in his chambers when he was half dressed, then he had not seen it . . . and was too drugged to even notice if she had. But now, in the lit courtyard, he noticed the way her cheeks flushed upon hearing his compliment. And it added this further innocence to her almost; as if she took nothing for granted. "Maybe you'll find another poor lad to torment as I can imagine you will not be suffering from lack of attention tonight." Meaning, he was certain that several men's gaze would fall upon her. Arthur was once a man, enjoying the company of beautiful women . . . thriving on it really. But since he had fallen in love, he could find no woman more beautiful than Guinevère. Of course, that did not mean he failed to see beauty in others. And it was especially easy to compliment Kazira for -- apart from his words being true -- he knew she would not take it suggestively. Such was not the nature of their relationship.

He continued to smile, with a jokingly arrogant air to his expression. He slightly leaned in, nothing too intimate but enough to be completely certain that no one would hear what he was about to say. "That's probably because I'm actually dressed this time," he told her, smirking. Compared to . . . last time. But he did not want this particular part of their conversation to be overheard. It would question her virtue as to what circumstances led her to witnessing the king in his nude, and while the two of them understood that it was nothing romantic . . . others would not hold this assumption not share this presumption. His smirk slowly transformed to a slightly twisted expression upon her claiming that her notes were charming. "You and I share very different definitions of charming," he told her, knowing that it was all in good humor. And quite frankly, it was immensely refreshing. It was so nice to have a conversation with her that did not involve short fuses, or unconsciousness, or disorientation . . . or anything dramatic. It was just two friends, conversing with one another.

Though Arthur was considering her to be more than a distant friend . . . he was seeing her as a close friend, especially after a gift such as this. When she continued to describe the gift, his admiration and awe only grew. Like it? Such an understatement but he couldn't quite find the appropriate word that could cover even a fraction of how he loved this blade. Hearing that she had gone through the effort to make it, also added a personal sentiment to the gift. "I have no idea how you did it either," he told her. His words under any other context may have been teasing, but this time, he meant it. He meant it in the best of ways. He turned the dagger in his hand, able to admire it from different angles as the light from the moon emphasized each diamond she had infused into it. It only added to its beauty and glamor. "I truly, don't know what to say," he told her honestly. "I never thought Kazira, that you of all women would leave me speechless." She had often done things to elicit a reaction out of him, but this time, she had silenced him, and again, in the best way possible. How could he describe to her how much he appreciated this? He was already horrible with words . . . what action could show how close he held this action to his heart?

Little did he know that this difficulty would only increase. For when she began to answer a silent question he had . . . he looked at her, wordlessly. The first thing he had noticed in her words was that she knew about Guinevère. And this was something he first felt the necessity to answer. "You know?" He asked, wondering if she heard from people's whispers in the city, or if she knew someone who had already known. Either way, she had sounded so certain, and of course she was right, but Arthur was just curious as to how she came to discover about his feelings for Guinevère . . . even referring to her as his queen. He loved hearing it, someone referring to her as his queen. He knew that Guinevère herself was not accustomed to such a term, but he enjoyed hearing the implications behind those words: that she would one day be his wife.

But that was not what had left him so at a loss of words -- even more so than having initially accepted the immediately cherished gift. When she brought up her mother, he just looked at her. He did not know what expression was in his face. Honor? Flattery? Praise? Gratitude? He didn't even know how to separate his emotions. How did one know what to say when they'd just bee informed that they received a gift from their mother? Arthur had often given items that once belonged to his mother to Guinevère, but never anyone else. To hear now, that Kazira gave him something so dear to her heart? Something meant for Guinevère . . . someone that it seemed Kazira trusted, because she trusted him. Arthur held out the silk to her. "I cannot accept such a gift," he told her. He would take the dagger, and still feel that she had given him too much, but he could not take the silk. His actions were not meant to disrespect or offend, but how could he take something she so greatly valued? Something from her mother. It filled him with the highest honor and flattery . . . but he could not take it. It meant too much to her, and the gesture alone meant so much to him.

[†Kazira Astras†]

How do they do it? She wondered. It will never cease to amaze me how ease these men can make a woman blush with just a few words. She smiled at him even at the little jib, though she knew it was all in good fun, she was glad that they could talk like this. “Torment? I don’t torment anybody. I have no idea what you are talking about.” She stated with mirth lacing each and every word like silk. “But I highly doubt that I will be gathering any attention with so many people enjoying themselves to take notice. I do however blend in.” Somewhat she added mentally. She looked around at the smiling faces of the people meandering about. “Look at the change you’ve already made in their lives.” She muttered to herself the smile still on her face. She had passed by so many people. Yes they were happy and content. But people liked change more or less. New leadership meant a change in fortune and to see the King mingling amongst his people. That was almost unheard of but Camelot welcomed it with open arms and hearts.

She raised a brow as he leaned in and made his comment about being dressed. And she laughed. Ah, yes. The last time they had officially saw each other was when she had doodle on his face. And he had been half dressed or undressed as it were. She leaned a little but a safe distance to not cause any whispers. No need to tarnish his name within the first day due to a mistake. “Yes but even then you weren’t to bad. It was the attitude that needed work.” She smirked in return and stood straight up and tapped her head. “That is where we both agree. My Version is much better than yours.”
She smiled good naturedly. If she didn’t have so much fun teasing and annoying him she would always talk to him like this but that would probably have gotten stagnant and rather boring in a hurry. Kazira liked to believe she kept him on his toes. Or at least tried. You never know what someone could do to get close to those you love.

Kazira smiled. She had never seen him so gob smacked that he couldn’t form the words to say something. But she could see that he was already in love with the blade and she was glad that it took her so long to make it and that she finished it in time! She was planning on giving it to him on his birthday but adding it to his coronation that just made the day all the more special in her mind. She felt happy tears prick her eyes as she watched him hold the blade up into the light. She’d finally done something right! Truly a worthy blade. For a truly worthy brother, friend, and king. When she was making it she truly didn’t know what to expect when she gave it to him. Maybe a kind thank you or something of the like but…not…this. This was just something that was beyond words. She let out a small sigh. Great now she was speechless! “Oh come now Arthur. It’s not that great. I just did what any other friend would do.” She smiled brightly at him and rubbed the back of her neck. She flushed a little. She didn’t know what to say she was like him speechless. No one, well no one that mattered to her, had ever shown her such gratitude for something like a gift. It was…It was…Well, It was kind of nice. She was glad that she could give Arthur something that was useful. “I’m glad,” she started, “that you love it. I began making it after I left the last time. It was supposed to be just a birthday gift and in all honesty I was just going to leave it in your room.” She laughed before adding. “while you were gone or something. I was actually terrified of how you would react to it. I certainly wasn’t expecting this. I’m not the best blacksmith and it takes forever to make one blade but I’m glad that I was able to give this to you in person Arthur.” She ducked her head, “You’re reaction made it completely worth it.”


“Arthur, while some may think me to be blind to those around me I am not.” A fond look slid over her features like a sister would look at her brother. “I saw how you and she looked at each other when she was by your side.” She tapped the corner of her eye. “The eyes show one’s hidden secrets. Whether you want them known or not. They are the windows to the soul.” She smiled and gestured to the people merrily dancing and enjoying themselves around them. “I have no doubt that everyone saw the same thing that I did. Maybe not as clear.” She paused, “and Arthur I was in the back of the room. Besides did you not just announce her as your queen?” She gave a small but sly smile signaling that he had just given himself away. Granted she had seen the interaction between the two and the love seep into his eyes when she mentioned Guinevère’s name but he didn’t need to know that part.

She looked up at the out stretched silk and smiled at him. While she would miss it, it was only cloth. She didn’t need it to remember her mother. Her memories were her own and they were still and always with her. It was more befitting for Arthur and Guinevère to have it than her. She was often mistaken for a messenger for Camelot and similar things because that was sticking out of her pack. She pushed his hand back. “You can,” She smiled. “She would have wanted you to have it. Besides what use do I have for the Pendragon colors? Other than to get myself in a heap of trouble.” She stated fondly not meaning any ill-intent. “Besides why not give it to someone I know and trust to take care of it the very day it was given to me?” She asked sincerely. She was greatly touched that he was trying to save her mother’s cloth but it meant so much more to her if they would take it , it had a protection spell weaved into it. Normal people would never notice but higher level wizards and the like would. Her mother and father weren’t high priest and priestess in Ireland for nothing.

[Arthur Pendragon]

He smiled and shook his head at her . . . 'innocence'. He knew she was far from it but the fact that she did it so teasingly, without ill intent, made him a good sport about it. Of course, he also knew that it had something to do with the fact that she was a woman. With a man, he never would have been so . . . lenient. But as he had decided earlier, there was just something about her. When he saw her in the crowd his first reaction was not how she had made a fool out of him; but rather a strong anxiousness to talk to her. That was a determining factor that she was a friend, a now dear friend. "Ah yes, you are innocent beyond words," he said, encouraging the jest, his words more evidently sarcastic than hers. "With your canine companion by your side Kazira, I highly doubt you blend in so easily," he said, not quite dismissing Moros' company either. With these words, he scratched the animal behind his ears. Even the dog had grown on him. "But truly, do not dismiss yourself of the credit that is due." Meaning, that his words should not be taken lightly. That he was confident in his compliment towards her.

"Look at the change you’ve already made in their lives." These words meant so much to Arthur. It seemed she kept having that effect on him; saying and doing the right things that touched his very heart. His eyes briefly scanned the crowd, having noticed the bright smiles and jovial laughter that filled the air, among the people of Camelot. "They hold faith in their sovereign. It is more than I can ask for." After what had happened with Morgana . . . they remained loyal to his father and him. Guinevère had told him that he could bring light back to the Pendragon name after it had been tarnished. He hoped she was right. So far, it seemed that everyone was so very supportive of his position . . . again, it meant the world to him. For without the people, there was no king. A ruler was only as strong as the support and loyalty he earned from his people: earned, not automatically granted.

His eyes fell back to her when she spoke of that time in his bedroom. He slightly pouted his lips, as if he was offended when in actuality, he was not. "Maybe it was the unexpected guest that dampened my mood a little," he said mockingly. It was so nice now, to speak about it so casually as if it was nothing but another moment where they were able to spend time together. Granted, the circumstances were extremely peculiar -- as he was not accustomed to people breaking into his chambers to, doodle on his face -- but looking back now, seeing how she really was, it had developed to be a fond memory. It almost made him want to seek revenge somehow . . . as a brother would want to retaliate against a sister. Is that what she was to him? Acquaintance was an understatement; even friend was not sufficient. So yes, perhaps something stronger was due after all her consideration that she proved today. After all the ways she filled him with such strong honor. "I'm not sure if it's better," he said defiantly. "For I fail to see the charm in writing 'Kiss me, I'm a donkey' on one's face."

Oh he had far from forgotten what notes she had scribbled across his cheek and forehead. He doubted he would ever forget. When she told him the gift was not that great, that was when his praise would commence. Or well, part of it since mere words could not do it justice. "No Kazira. You did far more than I have earned." Even as a Prince, even now as a king, he knew that he'd done nothing to earn such favor from her. He had learned about humility in the past, and this was another time to humble himself in front of someone how had given him such a gift. It was not the material object that was so sentimental but the thought and effort behind it -- especially with the silk cloth. "You should not trivialize all that you have given me today." For it was not just the blade that she presented him . . . but also a strong friendship. He was finally able to bring more emotion to his face as he smiled when she told him when she started making it, how she started making it, and when she wanted to give it to him.

"I'm glad you decided not to sneak into my chambers again to give it to me," he said partly teasing, but there was honestly in his words. For if she had slipped it to him when he was not present, he would have missed this wonderful exchange and would have forever regretted not being able to thank her in person. "I do not know how to react to it," he continued to explain. "For words can not do it justice, and a simple thank you is insufficient." He was just so very glad that she seemed to recognize what emotions were displayed behind his eyes. That she understood how he could not express himself, and she comprehended him perfectly. It was strange, to only have met her a couple of times and yet they seemed to know each other so well. "You honor me with this. And with your presence, here, today." As a companion. As a friend. As a sister.

He then listened to her speak of her awareness of him and Guinevère. Her words were of the highest wisdom and she only continued to prove how perceptive she was. How she seemed to know him well. His mind trailed back to when Merlin had once told him that even a blind man could see how much he loved her . . . and Morgana, having used the same wording, only he did not wish to think of her right now. "Those are Wise words," he said extremely pensively as he fully wrapped his mind around what she was saying to him. How she had recognized his love for another. He did not miss the soft expression she gave him, one that he had not noticed before today. And he found himself, returning it with great ease for he had developed a fondness for her and now, more than ever it showed on his features just as clearly as it had shown on hers. "I made no formal announcement," he began in a low voice, always finding it difficult to talk of a relationship that meant so much to him. "But, you now know," he said, as if he were . . . content with her knowing.

That he felt relief that she knew for he knew it was too soon to announce such a grand thing to everyone. He then suddenly said something, that almost surprised even himself, yet once the words came out, he did not regret them. "I should like to introduce you to her." She would be one of the few . . . if not only, person that he was offering to introduce Guinevère to, as the woman he loved. But how could he not? She was giving her a silk that belonged to her mother. She was doing this for him, for them, and she had proven to be a true friend and Arthur wished now to surround themselves with trustworthy friends. He looked down at her hand when she pushed his back, rejecting his returned offer of the valuable gift. Her words again left him with uncertainty as how to reply. She was truly giving him to this, and it was not something just acted on a whim. She had thought it out; she had justified it . . . she trusted him with it. It was such an intimate gift and here she was, giving him something so . . . personal. Words completely escaped him, so he could only act.

Taking advantage of the fact that her hand was on his, he properly took her hand in his own, holding his hand around her fingers, the silk being held in between both their hands. He raised her hand a bit, and lowered himself at the same time, until his lips rested on the back of her hand. He knew she was no noblewoman, but that did not lessen the respect he held for her in this moment. She may not have noble blood, but she had a strong heart and he knew this, through her actions and words. And so, she deserved to be treated with the utmost respect and courtesy . . . she deserved better than to be treated like just a nomad who meant nothing to him. He closed his eyes and he continued to softly keep his lips in a lingering kiss on the back of her hand. A gesture reserved for ladies, and she had shown to be one tonight. It was not romantic, but still more intimate than what it usually was to just kiss a royal or noble's daughter upon first meeting them. Perhaps because she did not hold a high status . . . or more likely because she was someone how now held dear to his heart.

[†Kazira Astras†]

Her smile brightened even more. If that was even possible as she saw him relax. She crossed her arms and raised her chin stubbornly that teasing smile still on her face. Kazira was sure that her face was going to stay that way; but she couldn’t muster up the nerve to care about it If her face was to get stuck she would rather it be stuck in a smile rather than a frown. “Glad that you see it my way,” she started before a small pout came over her when she heard him finish. She shook her head. “You’re right.” She stated rubbing Moros behind the ear. “With this big lug how will I ever blend into a crowd?” Moros looked at the two and gave a doggy smile. This was going well he had to give the man his credit…he grows on a dog; hence why he was allowed near his ears. Kazira nodded her head. She knew what he was saying. While she didn’t see the worth in herself that others did. She wouldn’t take them for granted. Especially Arthur’s his word while not law, to her, was something that she respected and cherished. He believes in what he says and doesn’t say things foolishly. She wasn’t about to let his words slip from her mind.

Kazira watched the crowd a bit longer and smiled. She still cant believe that Morgana had tried to conquer all this with fear. Fear does not gain loyalty, Faith does. She smiled at Arthur. He truly has changed from the times she has been with him. Each time he grows more and more. “They hold some much faith in you Arthur,” Kazira stated looking at a few children who ran past them to their mothers. “These people believe that you are already a great leader. They knew that before you became king. You are the Redemption they are looking for. You just have to have a open mind and an open heart.” She paused and turned serious for a split second before she turned to him and smiled. While she was talking about the people around them. She was also talking about the mages. Arthur was more open than his father but in time she was sure that he would be the complete change for every person wronged. “You are well loved. I am sure that they will continue to do so for a long time.I'll help make sure of that” She smiled at him, her gut told her this and she believed it. He was a good man. While in the beginning he had been a little cocky and arrogant. He still cared for his people.

“Oh come now. I wasn’t that bad of company was I?” She asked tilting her head. Oh no she hadn’t forgotten the fun she had irritating the drugged man by going through his things. Flitting around like a hummingbird. She was surprised he hadn’t thrown her out the window himself. But it was always a fond memory. Seeing as to how much trouble she had gotten into when she had finally returned to camp. It was well worth it. Besides, a sly look over came her eyes, she could do it again at some point. Now there was a possibility. She shook her head of the thought but stored it away for later. She could always do it another time. “I think it’s better.”
She muttered before snickering. She had forgotten she wrote that. “Well that one was pretty funny. Plus you could have gotten someone to kiss you!” She smiled. “I thought it was plenty charming.”

“What are you talking about?” She was thoroughly confused. She did far more than he earned? That was a load of rubbish!”I believe that you deserve much more. You have been a good friend to so many. Including me. You might think this strange but I have considered you a close and dear friend for some time.” He’s earned plenty and that was only a bit of what he should receive only it was all that she had otherwise he would have had a whole cart full of items if she could have made them! She blinked somewhat shocked at what she saw. The emotions that played across his face after she finished talking they were. Wow. She couldn’t explain them but they were certainly not ones she was used him having when talking to her. But she was being honest with him. She had been terrified of what he would do/say.

She couldn’t help but laugh. “I am glad that I didn’t too.” She admitted ducking her head down slightly embarrassed before continuing in a teasing tone, “If I hadn’t I wouldn’t have gotten to see you so speechless.” She smiled at him as she listened to him talk. His actions were speaking louder than his words. And that was his strongest point. While he may not have the words to say right now. His actions and how he is reacting was enough for her.


“Words don’t need to be spoken. I can see the gratitude,” she paused. “It’s funny how we seem to get along so well at times and then are at each other’s throats the next.” She stated with a smile. “It’s good to know that not all the kings I know are stuffy old goats.” She teased giving him a light shove before she did something Moros never thought that she would do. She took a step back and bowed at the waist. Showing how much she respected Arthur. “You have no idea how much you have honored me by accepting me here. And by accepting my gifts.” Kazira stood upright again that same smile still in place as she clasped her hands together briefly.
He seemed…awed that she was able to see what to her was so painstakingly obvious. “Wise words are those that are spoken with truth from what you see. And I only spoke of what I saw today.” She stated easily and calmly not wanting to rile him up. “A knight taught me that. That the eyes are the windows to the soul he was a knight of Camelot many years ago.” She stated fondly trying to loosen the slight tension that had built up. “It was wrong of me to assume,” Kazira stated but smiled at the contentment he seemed to have.
She had come to the conclusion that his new past time was shocking her to the point of losing consciousness. “I should like to introduce you to her.” That was not something that she was expecting, never in her wildest daydreams. But she smiled fondly. “I would like to meet her.” The words slipped out without warning and she would never regret them, because she did want to meet her. The woman looked honest and the look that her eyes held for Her friend was something that you didn’t see too often. At least she didn’t.


She smiled at him and was once again shocked down to her core. Here he was the new king and her friend and he was kissing her hand like she was a noble woman. That’s when she felt what was between their hands and tears pricked her eyes. She grasped his hand and she could feel herself trembling. This moment was not one that a commodity. It was intimate but not on the lovers scale. No it would never be there despite what could be said. This moment was significant. It was a sign of respect. The emotion she felt were overwhelming. So much that she could barely get out the whispered, “thank you.” Her hand shook and the silk from her mother was still clasped between their hands.

[Arthur Pendragon]

It was so different to see her smile in this way. Probably because it was not at his expense. It was not a mocking smiling, or one that held some sort of meaning that he did not know -- such as the way he had looked at her when she had doodled on his face and he had been made unaware. But this time, they were both at ease, both just smiling sincerely, out of genuine enjoyment of one another's company. He would have wished that more of their conversations would be like this, but the fact that they often were not . . . was what added an undeniable charm to them. Their rarity made them all the more enjoyable. But after this encounter, he knew that whatever prank she pulled in the future -- not quite assuming that the scribbling on his face was the first and last -- then he would probably get frustrated yes, but he would understand her motives. That it was done out of an affection rather than malice. He looked at the beast of a dog when she pet him, agreeing that she could never quite blend into the crowd so long as he was at her side.

"Well, at least he seems to be doing his duty in protecting you." He remembered seeing the dog for the first time -- upon meeting Kazira for the first time -- and how he had aided her when she'd fainted. How protective he had been with her. Dogs were as such: loyal companions and Arthur knew this first hand for he was not sure what he would do without his own two canine friends. "That should make his threatening presence worth it," he said, teasingly towards the animal. TO hear her then speak of how much faith they had, and her words of advice, Arthur's smile softened. He never took such words for granted, but as before, they meant more to him than anyone could understand for he could never fully express their magnitude. He had never heard her offer such words to him, adding to the rarity yet in a way that he cherished. He knew that he could not express any doubt or insecurity in himself . . . that he could only exude confidence. There were very few who he spoke so openly with . . . for seldom knew of the doubt that entered his mind.

Hearing her words only filled him with honor, with gratitude . . . for it was revelations like these that made him feel competent enough for take the role. He had he support of the people; that was all he needed. "Thank you," he said softly, hoping she understood just how much emotion was in these words, despite their strongly spoken tone of voice. "A king is nothing without the people. And after everything they have been through . . . " Suffering at Morgana's hand mainly, and enduring a war in the previous months . . . "Their faith, support and loyalty will never be taken for granted." He was telling her because she was of the people. Because he wanted her to understand, though she seemed to do that already. She said something though, that caused a quizzical look on his expression. "I'll help make sure of that" She would? Was she planning on staying? Had she been here during Morgana's tyranny? He realized that he had not asked her all these questions, but her words brought them to the surface of his mind. "Does that mean you are staying, here in Camelot?" Permanently?

He knew she was a nomad, that traveling was in her nature. He did not know however if she had resided in the city since her initial visit here. Something would have told him that he'd have seen her around. But would she make this her home? Arthur found himself hoping so. Hoping that it would not be another year that passed before they held another conversation. His mind had been temporarily distracted by the prospect of her staying, from the meaning behind her words of helping him to remain loved, and the people to remain loyal. She was far too kind to him, and he had no way to reciprocate such kindness. For it was not the sort of thing one repaid with gold and riches. Hers were actions and words of the heart, and those were priceless. "You have already done far too much," he told her. "Just to hear of your support and faith, fills me with indescribable gratitude." And it always would.

The next subject was a bit less intense, so when she questioned the nature of her company, he just slightly raised an eyebrow, looking skeptical. "I'm assuming that is a rhetorical question," he said kiddingly, of course just enjoying the humor of this topic. Well, now he saw the humor in it . . . not at the time. Though, he would still not admit it, for he had been the butt of the joke. And Arthur never quite liked that. "Who the hell would have kissed me when I had such obscure markings on my face?" He asked, his voice calm as he was not getting angry at the memory, but more, just giving her a hard time for having done it. He had not punished her at the time . . . especially since it took so long for him to have noticed he had something on his face. "You could have told me you wrote something, instead of having me find out on my own." Or someone else having noticed . . . which was actually what happened. It would have saved him the embarrassment, but he knew that had been all a part of her grand plan.

Arthur listened to her with clear objection in her voice as she said that he more than deserved it. His surprise increased when she revealed that she had considered him a close friend for some time. But why should it come as any surprise? Her actions here today showed that a strong friendship had built between the two, even though it was unspoken. Perhaps he had known that all along, and that the feeling was mutual. Perhaps that was why he had not been more angry with her for her prank because . . . as humiliating as it was, it was harmless. He had not been wounded; only his pride. But again, that may have been the point. "I wish I had done more to help you," he said, out of any predicament that she may have been faced with in the past. He should have more of an effort to aid her, but he had not. And he would never make that same mistake twice. But hearing her say that she had considered him a close friend for some time . . . that did indeed surprise him, but only in a pleasant way.

"Really? " He asked, curious as to the reasons; honored for whatever they may be. "I deserve no more than anyone else, " he added, still emphasizing the value of equality that he so deeply believed in. "And you honor me by deeming me worthy and deserving of your friendship." Arthur knew that loyalty was earned, not given. He did not want people to trust him out of fear; out of what he may do if they did not . . . he wanted them to be genuine in their feelings towards their sovereign. So to hear that Kazira considered him a friend, that she did not just regard him as a prince, but rather, someone she found relatable enough to be called friend . . . made him truly feel he was on the right path to what he wished to achieve as king in Camelot. He smiled when she said she wouldn’t have been able to see him this speechless had she not given it to him in person. "That is quite true," he told her, knowing his reaction would have been the same but in solitude. For she would not have been here in front of him for him to properly express the sentiment over receiving such a gift.

"Plus, I think you’ve done enough sneaking around my chambers," he said teasingly, rather than being angered by it. Much had changed since their last meeting, even though it had only been a few months. His thoughts were consistent with her next words about how they got along, and yet tormented each other at the next turn. "It is a bizarre thing indeed." But he knew he wouldn’t change it. Well, maybe a little less scribbling on his face. "Despite your actions, which are made in distasteful humor. " Again, his words were teasing rather than fury and only said because he was the butt of the joke. Had she targeted Merlin, or someone else, he may even think it was funny. "I know you have a good heart," he told her, wanting her to know that his opinion had not changed of her just because she had given him this gift. It strengthened their friendship of course, but he had never thought she was a truly cruel person. "It’s good to know that not all the kings I know are stuffy old goats." Arthur just shook his head when she said this, knowing that it showed she was still the same Kazira.

"Come on now, how many kings have you met actually fall into this category?" He inquired, more so curious as to which kings she had encountered during her travels around the world. Did she know many? Were none of them ones she respected? While it raised the honor within him that she did not place him into this category . . . he was still curious. He made a face when she shoved him, one of joking offense rather than genuine one for he did not mind this casualness at all. It was after all the reason he had come out here in the first place . . . to socialize with the people, not only the nobles. But when she stepped back and curtsied, his face fell free from its expression and turned more in a respectful smile. He knew she was not the kind of woman to do that unless she truly felt the other person deserved it . . . and here she was, doing it front of him. Because she believed he deserved it; because he had earned her respect. "The honor is all mine. I am glad you could come today." It was more her presence than the gift that he appreciated, for it showed her support.

When she spoke of a knight who once served in Camelot, his curiousity reached its peak once again. "What was his name?" He asked, as he was familiar with most knights of Camelot, whether they were alive or deceased, he knew the history of Camelot perfectly . . . including all the men who served the king in the army. “I would like to meet her.” When she said that, another soft smile formed on his lips. The subject of Guinevère was always a difficult one for him to talk about for there were some things that were just far too important, and elicited such deep emotions, that it was difficult to vocalize them. Especially for a man who already struggled in dictating his emotions; into putting them in words. "Then you shall," he confirmed, now fully planning to introduce them tonight, if time and convenience permitted them to. He had not told Guinevère of Kazira, but this seemed like a good introduction between the two of them.

He noticed the tears in her eyes over his gesture, and it filled him with so many thoughts. Was she not used to such actions? He hoped that during her travels she at least encountered others who treated her with respect and kindness, even if it was shown by a simple kiss on the back of her hand. A strange sense of protectiveness filled him as he wondered what darkness she had experienced in her past. He knew that there was all sorts of dangers that lurked the world, and hoped she had not befallen victim to too many of them. But such thoughts left him when he focused back on the present. There was a lot he did not know about her, and hoped that time would permit them to remedy that fact. He felt her hand tremble in his, as the softly placed smile on his lips remained. He brought up his other hand, holding the gift at an angle so that it would not hurt her, and just placed his hand over hers, so that now her hand was in between both of his.

[[ OMG! I'm so sorry about the length! Its like over 2000 words!!! Apologies!!! ]]

[†Kazira Astras†]

She snickered at Moros as he puffed up with Pride. Any compliment that was thrown his way inflated his ego. But justifingly so. Most are to afraid to pay compliments. He was a loyal friend and for the most part her most frequent supporter. “Yes he is always protecting me from one thing or another.” She laughed at Moros who gave her a funny look. As if saying that wasn’t all he did. “He’s always been there no matter what and no matter who had come or gone from my life.” She stated nudging the him with her hip as Moros leaned his heavy body against her. “Besides the kids love to ride him. He’s been giving the smaller ones rides all day!” she snickered when he finally pushed her over with his weight leaving her sprawled on the ground. Her laughter rose up as he got up and sat next to her like nothing happened. The lovable oaf was something else. But he saved her daily from others and mainly from herself. Kazira didn’t know what she would do if Moros hadn’t been with her when the thoughts of the past caught up to her during the night.

Moros looked towards Arthur with a doggy smile and gave a loud bark. He knew that Kazira could understand him but he didn’t feel like speaking actual words to her. This was not the place and to see her having a decent conversation with a human being. That was something that he was very happy to see. Even if she had been somewhat making fun of him at the time. She needed to get back with the humans instead of animals. She was beginning to act like an animal when she traveled especially when she was angry. He was slightly frightened when she fought. She was almost savage but still retained some of her human morals…it was odd.

She nodded her head. “You’re welcome.” She thought about what happened with Morgana. She wished that she had been there fully. She had just left a day before things had turned sour. Her instincts were yelling at her but she was called away on a job…it paid well and she couldn’t afford to pass it up. Unfortunately she needed to money. “Another thing…don’t let past prejudices guide your judgments.” She stated as she got up from the ground dusting off her dress giving moros a playful look. “They’re dangerous things to have and they harm those around you whether you know the full extent or not.” It was something that she had great experience with. But as much as the past hurt her she wouldn’t change a single thing…Those events made her the woman she was today and the people she met she wouldn’t have met because of those events. She smiled brightly. She had just realized something. “Look at me. This is supposed to be a party and I am just handing out all sorts of advice that I’m sure you don’t want to hear right now.”

In her mind it was rather ironic in a way. The little heathen nomadic woman who acts like a child most of the time (something that she wasn’t going to deny) was giving advice to a the new king of Camelot. He was a friend but still it was almost unbelievable! Kazira wouldn’t believe it if someone had told her and she was the one participating in the conversation! Sure she’s given advice before but none had ever taken it to heart before..Or even really let her speak for that matter. When she did give the advice they wouldn’t take it and in the end after she left she would turn out to be right. Go figure.

Kazira flushed slightly. It was something that she was slowly becoming used to since she arrived in Camelot. So he had noticed that huh? She smiled, “I was thinking about it.” She wasn’t sure. “The neighbors a bit noisy but other than that there aren’t many draw backs.” She joked easily.”This place is the closest place that has ever felt like home. After every travel my feet always seem to lead me back this way.” Moros had commented that it was that she wanted revenge because of what Uther did. But while she hated him for it…She couldn’t find in herself to take it. It was so long ago and the kingdom was more important than one life. But she had a feeling that it was because it was the closest thing to home…she had the fondest memories within the city and forests. More so than any other place. “I don’t think that I could ever just stay in one place for too long. I am still a nomad I have to travel but I think that having a place to come back to would be nice. That is if I am welcome to come back?” She shrugged and snapped her fingers. “Oh! The smaller villages say thank you.” She gave a sly smile. She was curious as to how he would react. When she left she would take some supplies with her to some of the villages she knew needed a few extra things to help them along. They would thank her but she didn’t want the credit so in order to help out Arthur she said that it was from him. She loved helping people but she didn’t want the public recognition. Odd but true. She often said she was just the delivery girl. “No matter where I am or where I reside Arthur I will continue to aide you Arthur.”She truly meant that …she would help him. “That’s what friends are for. They support each other.” She paused “and don’t think about trying to repay me or anything. I will not have it.” She warned softly in advance. “I want to help.”

She gasped mockingly but her smile gave her away. Leave it to him to look cool and collected while saying something so serious that it came out funny. She thought that she was pretty good company if she said so herself…just not when he was not dressed obviously. “Oh come on. I thought that I was pretty good company!” She piped up, “besides I see a few people who would kiss you whether or not you had donkey ears, bald, or had a beak like a chicken.” She nodded her head to a a small group of women standing off to the side and waved mockingly to them. They were young and were gazing at Arthur like love sick puppies. In all honesty it was rather cute. Even she would admit that-while not her type- he was good looking. She had her eye on a certain confusing assassin…But she was human and she could look…and tease him. Its not like the two of them had any romantic feelings. She rolled her eyes at the glares the young women sent her. Okay she knew she was odd and the fact that she was hogging the attention of the king but hey what was she to say? She was greedy. Feeling the need to be childish she stuck her tongue out at them and laughed as their faces reddened slightly. But Kazira didn’t do much else. “Telling you would have ruined all of the fun! Having you or someone else find out was severely more entertaining than anything else!” She giggled at the thought that was rather entertaining.

She blinked and shook her head. She didn’t think that the man before her could amaze her anymore than he had. But he did. ‘Arthur you do what you can. You cant help what happens especially when things are rocky at the time. You cant help every time…”She smiled at him. “And I don’t expect it.” Of anyone she finished mentally. She didn’t expect much from anyone not because she didn’t trust them to help but because she didn’t want them involved. Besides the only time she would even let them know that something was even going on was if she was attempting to gather information. Even then, though, some wouldn’t figure it out until later that she was into trouble and fixing it herself. “How can you help someone when you don’t eve n know if they’re in trouble?” It was something that she wanted him to think about. Because not everyone was easy to read and not everyone told others that they were in trouble.

She shook her head. ‘No Arthur I do believe that you are wrong.” She was still so amazed by the change that the man before had made in the times that she had met him. From the moment they had met after she was arguing with that merchant. She had thought him to be an arrogant Prat who didn’t know his own arse from his head. But She realized after he had helped her her he did have a good heart buried underneath the spoiled rich boy exterior and that she had started to care for him as a friend and without him knowing she watched. Then from the dare she snuck into his chambers and drew on his face. He was so calm with the situation while being drugged that it was shocking the only time he started to get a bit irritated visibly had been when she was going through his things. And now a king Arthur had matured greatly and with all of the hardships thrown at him she couldn’t help but feel proud. It also made her feel horrible that she hadn’t been there to help with Morgana…She felt her hand clench tightly. She was disgusted that such a woman had changed into something that…Kazira changed her train of thought and unclenched her fist. It wasn’t right to think that way. Not now. When she was alone was fine but not now. Now was the time to have fun with her friend and enjoy the festivities.

A cheeky smiled slid its way onto her face as he mentioned her sneaking around his chambers. “I wasn’t sneaking!” She huffed playfully. “I told you I got lost and just so happened to wind up in your chambers. They shouldn’t have been in my way.” She smiled as she stuck her nose up in the air as she crossed her arms. She knew that this was all a huge farce but she couldn’t just let go. It was too much fun and besides that it was going to be a running joke from now on. She lowered her head and smiled. “Thank you, it means a lot coming from you.” She hoped that he could see that gratitude that she could feel because she didn’t know any other way to express it. Sh e was a t a loss for words again.

She tapped a finger to her chin and thought aloud. “Hmm…Including…Five.” She stated with mirth. “Most of them are across the sea and most of them I am thought of as annoying woman whom they somewhat respect cause I was able to do something that they couldn’t.” She wasn’t saying the whole truth about that one. She just left out what she could do as to why they somewhat respect her. Their customs regarding women were a bit different than Albions that was for sure. If the woman had power they were on level with most nobles and the fact that magic was more widely used in most parts. She liked travelling over there she leaned many knew tricks and also learned quite a bit about languages when she was with her family she was able to converse somewhat easily. She still fumbled if she hadn’t been there for a while. The men tolerated her; the women loved her. As long as she got the job done she was able to do what she wanted but they were to stuffy for her to have any real fun unless it was with the children and animals. She clasped her hands behind her. “I am glad that I came as well.” Her original plan had been to watch the ceremony and then slip away unnoticed but Lidia and Dan had brought her so they would have been disappointed if she had left without them. Especially since she was staying with them and acting as a guard on the way back to the inn whenever they decided to return.

She raised a brow hadn’t she told him this already? Maybe it was someone else. She shrugged oh well there was no use in not telling him who he was. The man was a good man. “Lord Lucas Astas. He passed a few years ago.” She smiled. “He taught me how to fight properly. Said if I had been a boy I would have made a fine knight.” She laughed at the memory, “That man didn’t even know me and he took me in and adopted me him and his wife. When there was nothing else he could teach me.” That was one of the fond memories that Camelot held for her. She had found someone to help her cope with the loss of her family and that in of its self was amazing. Seeing as how stubborn she was. She saw the smile he got at her answer about meeting Guinevère and she was not surprised at the emotion that was behind those eyes of his. What shocked her was the finality of his decision that the two of them were to meet. Did he mean now?! Granted she would love to meet the woman, she was excited even but she didn’t know much about her or how she would react to her. It was a little unnerving and to be honest she didn’t really know how to interact with women very well. Men yes they were easy. She had grown up around men but very few women and the few she did she wasn’t around long before she had to leave. But she smiled anyways. “Just say when.”

She smiled softly. She wished that many men had his kindness. She had received it from those that she gave patronage to and helped but hardly from people she truly trusted. And from them it was rare and far in between should she ever see them again. She had scars to show that she was in battles and that the world was not kind. That humans and creature alike were dangerous. But those things didn’t matter. The present did. She felt the warmth of his hands and her smile brightened. Maybe, just maybe, she found a place that she belonged.

[So sorry about the length! I got a bit carried away^^; Again Sorry!]

[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur just continued to smile at the compliments towards Moros. "A constant loyal companion," Arthur commented, knowing that dogs tended to have that reputation . . . but actually seeing it for oneself, was different. "Perhaps I should introduce him to my own, Cabal and Bohrs." Seeing as how his rottweilers were also the size of a small horse . . . he figured the three canines could quite potentially get along rather well together. "I'm sure it makes the roads traveled far less lonely when you have him by your side," he added. Besides protection, he must of course make for good company. And his reactions, his acts and moments he chose to bark, made it seem like he knew exactly what they were talking about. It wouldn't surprise Arthur, for dogs were indeed intelligent creatures. "Besides the kids love to ride him. He’s been giving the smaller ones rides all day!" Arthur gave a bit of a chuckle at this, amused by the mental image for he could picture it quite well. "Well then I owe him gratitude, for keeping the young ones entertained. Would a large bowl of food be sufficient pay for his generous time given to the children?" Arthur asked Moros, making eye contact with the large animal.

When she went on to give more advice, Arthur listened attentively. There were few who gave him advice, whether it was from fear from people who worried that he may grow offended by the offer -- as if he needed it, or sometimes people just did not know what to say. Arthur used to value Morgana's advice, as she was often the one in his life who had steered him towards the path of doing what was right. Yet now, it all seemed like a lie. Especially in the last year. His mind was replaying all that she had said to him, knowing that none of her words had been honest or genuine, nor did they come from a good place. But two others who had always been there in recent years to offer words of comfort and advice, were Guinevère and Merlin. And Arthur valued them far more than he could ever express.
"Another thing…don’t let past prejudices guide your judgments." He wondered what she meant by that though. Which prejudices? The first thing that entered his mind was magic. Guinevère often spoke of the better kingdom he would build; because the people would not live in constant fear. Was that because he was meant to be more compassionate in judgment? True, there had been moments where he felt his father too rash in his judgment . . . and punishment.

"I know. You are right," he said in a low voice. If it was the topic of magic . . . well, he had seen magic used for darker purposes than for good; seen the way it corrupted people. But that did not mean he wished to see a young boy executed because he was associated with magic. Truth be told, Arthur had no idea what he would do when it came to the first crime of magic. He would only cross that bridge when he got to it. "I meant what I said in my oath, that I will be fair and just in my judgments," he assured her. He of course, appreciated the advice and agreed with it. But there were also many things that he was uncertain of when it came to how he would rule. He would trust his heart and instincts, and pray that those who instilled their faith and trust in him . . . would not be disappointed. A smile formed on his lips when she said that she was dulling the party by giving advice. "Your advice is both welcome and appreciated Kazira. You never have to feel otherwise." He wanted people to be honest and open with him. It was something that he strongly valued.

When she went on to say that she was thinking about staying here, that it was the closest pace that she ever felt was a home, he couldn't help but feel pride in the kingdom. He knew that there must have been a multitude of reasons she felt safe to call Camelot her home, but he was just glad to hear it was a home to many. He loved everything about it; the land, the people . . . everything. It was wonderful to hear others share this love in Camelot. But he did of course, understand the nomadic nature. It was her question that caused him to quickly respond. "You are always welcome to come back," he assured her in a strongly sincere voice. "Perhaps not to my chambers," he said, continuing on with that joke. "But of course you are welcome here. If it is a place you have can call home, then far me it from me to change that." He only felt bad that she had to ask, whether she would have taken his response into consideration or not. "If you require any assistance in finding a place to reside, then do let me know," he told her, wanting to help in what way he could. Whether it be through finding a suitable place for her, or even lending her coin if need be. He knew he could not help every person in Camelot, but those he could personally reach out a hand to . . . he would.

"Oh! The smaller villages say thank you." Confusion arose in the young king as he slightly raised an eyebrow at this comment. "And what exactly have I done to merit such gratitude?" Were they thanking him for freeing the kingdom from Morgana's wrath? -- As it only would have been a matter of time for her terror to extend to the outlying villages, rather than restricted to just the city and core of the kingdom. Though, he had a feeling that Kazira had something to do with this and so he waited for further explanation before remarking on the subject. Her next words of unwavering support and aid . . . her comment about this being the expectations of friends . . . and her dissuasion in allowing him to repay her . . . all flattered him. He could not automatically assume he had the help and support of the people here, so to hear personal accounts of it . . . could only fill his heart with gratefulness. "Your intentions truly are selfless, and admirable. I would be lying if I say I may never require another's aid, so know that as you have offered me yours, I offer you mind in return. And hope that you will take me up on my offer one day." Not as repayment for anything, but more because . . . as she said, that is what friends do for one another. He was offering not only as a king to his subject, but more, as a friend to a dear friend. Perhaps even as a brother to a sister.

Arthur just shook his head when she said that she was pretty good company, further more, whens he commented on knowing a few people who would want to still embrace him intmately, despite the ridiculous markings on his face. Quite frankly, he did not care about such things. A few years ago, he most certainly would have. In fact, he would have taken full advantage of the fact that women were looking his way right now -- as dear Kazira so kindly pointed out. But with his heart committed to another, and with that relationship bringing maturity, he no longer cared about such things. But that did not mean he would be disrespectful towards them. His gaze followed Kazira's, resting on a small group of women that he had not even noticed before. Arthur smiled at them, nodding his head a bit as a distant greeting. Years ago, he would have loved to see that expression on their faces, directed at him. Loving the attention; advancing on it; offering words of flirtation. Not anymore.

Their gaze soon fixated on Kazira, as Arthur noticed from the corner of his eye that she first gave a little wave and then . . . stuck her tongue out at them. They seemed surprised at such a gesture and began murmuring amongst themselves, staring at pointing. Arthur on the other hand, suavely looked away from them, so that they would not see his amused smile and small chuckle escape his throat at Kazira's juvenile actions. "I wouldn't say good company, but I will say that in your presence, there is never a dull moment," he said, knowing that she would never quite stop surprising him in what she did or said. "And you should be honored to be in my company. Look how many other women swoon at the thought." Alright, so many he wasn't totally reformed. He could still joke about such things, only because he knew Kazira would not take it too seriously. Besides, it was easier to joke with a woman when one knew the dynamic in their relationship; that it was a strong friendship and nothing more intimate than that. That her place in his heart was reserved more for a sister like friend, rather than sort of romantic figure. Speaking of sister like behavior . . . "Telling you would have ruined all of the fun! Having you or someone else find out was severely more entertaining than anything else!" Arthur once again somehow managed to miraculously resist the urge of rolling his eyes.

"Such a thing was only entertaining to you. It was highly humiliating for me. Did you not see the look on my father's face when he saw all the markings?!" God. Talk about embarrassing. Such a moment seemed so far in the past . . . even if it was just a matter of months ago. Perhaps it was because his relationship between father and son had drastically altered. From that, to what it was now: broken, hurt, compromised. At least Kazira's words were distracting his own thoughts, allowing him to focus on something else. "How can you help someone when you don’t eve n know if they’re in trouble?" No matter how much he wished he could . . . he knew she was right. He could not help every single person, but that did not make it any easier to accept their fate when it worsened. "I could have made myself more available, made sure you knew to come to me if ever in trouble." He not only wanted friends to feel that way, but also the citizens of this kingdom. He wanted them to be able to come to their sovereign if ever in a problem, if ever faced with danger . . . anything.

He knew it was a huge act of trust, and once again, he only hoped people believed him to be approachable enough to do so. "I hope that you know you can; come to me if you need aid that is." Sometimes pride stopped a person from doing so, or sometimes that feeling of knowing it would do no good. Arthur could not help the first reason preventing a person from coming to him, but he wanted to rid anyone of feeling the latter."I wasn’t sneaking!" Arthur had not believed it then, and he was not about to believe it now. Not even after her justification of having gotten lost and just conveniently winding up there. "You do realize that I believe you far less now than I did then, considering how you marked all over my face. Now, it just seems as if you sneaked into my chambers purposely to pull such a horrible prank." 'Lost'. Ha. Not a chance Arthur was going to believe that! When she answered his question regarding the number of kings to have given her such an impression . . . well, it was a fair amount.

"That is more than I would have expected," he admitted. "And what exactly were you able to do that they could not, offer brutal honesty?" He teased, knowing Kazira had a knack for doing that. "Lord Lucas Astas. He passed a few years ago." Right. Arthur should have known that. He knew the man, and he recalled her previously explaining of her relationship with Lord Astras. "I remember you speaking of him before," he said, having a strong and fond respect for the recently deceased knight. "He was a great man. Very honorable, very well respected in Camelot. And one that is sorely missed." Arthur had a strong respect for any knight . . . though knights were now not the only ones who he was finding himself highly respecting. But men who fought for their kingdom . . . immensely honorable men . . . how could they not be respected? He missed every one that was no longer with them, and was proud to lead the greatest army that they had once been a part of.

"Sounds like he taught you well," Arthur commented, just based non the words she had spoken to him. "Not sure about how much of the combat training you retained. Perhaps one day we will have to see," he joked. Arthur hated engaging in combat with woman. It just felt so . . . wrong. He felt as if he could never raise a sword to a women, even in innocent sparring. He was raised to respect them, protect them . . . not fight them. "Just say when." Arthur nodded at this. She was not conveniently present here right now where he could just call her over. He would have to search the crowd for her. Truthfully, he had not spent too much time with her this evening, as there were many people here he wished to meet and greet. But he wanted to make an effort to introduce her to Kazira, especially after her extremely considerate gift. For now, he was enjoying his conversation with Kazira, and would soon enough, find the opportune moment to introduce the woman he loved to her. "Soon then," he said simply, leaving it at that, only for now.

[[ Omg! Don't apologize at all! Your post was brilliant!!! Apologies for the monster of a post I wrote!! I swear we could write a book; every post would equal a chapter!! hahah! ]]

[†Kazira Astras†]

She smiled lovingly as she rubbed her friend furry neck. She knew that dogs had the reputation of having the loving and loyal attitude but, even to her most of the time, it was shocking to see it happen before your very eyes. “That he is,”
She felt her eyes moisten, “I think that he would like that; wouldn’t you Moros?”Moros looked up at Kazira and smiled as much as a dog could, wagged his tail and gave several loud barks in response.

“What do you think? I haven’t been around other dogs in ages!”

She laughed, “I think that answers that question.”She shook her head and she didn’t know what she was going to do with him but she had to guess that it was to keep him. He was too odd to just give away or leave. "I'm sure it makes the roads traveled far less lonely when you have him by your side," Kazira nodded her head. She didn’t know what she would do if she hadn’t saved Moros those years ago. She had never realized how social she was before. And granted she didn’t like crowds but that didn’t mean that she didn’t like people. He literally saves her everyday. And she owes him her life. He just doesn’t know it. “He makes for some great company. I feel like he knows exactly what I need when I need it.” She smiled, “but it’s more than that really. I owe Moros my life. He saved me. I lost two families within a short time span. Without him I don’t think that I would be here.”

Kazira heard the small chuckle come from Arthur and she had an idea of what he was thinking about. She had to admit it was a lot funnier in person than just picturing a tiny child riding him. But Moros was even having fun doing it…He was even the one to suggest it! That was the most shocking thing that she’d heard that evening. Normally he wanted nothing to do with children because they pulled on his ears and pulled on his tail too hard and the list just goes on about what he doesn’t like about human children. She smiled happily as Moros jumped around at the mention of food. For such a large animal it still amazed how easily he moved. He pranced like a doe he was incredibly light on his feet. Moros nodded his head eagerly as he crouched down looking like a pup wanting to play. Kazira shook her head. What a gluttonous pup; what did she do to deserve him?

”I know. You are right. I meant what I said in my oath, that I will be fair and just in my judgenments.” She smiled at the assurance. Though honestly it wasn’t needed. She had faith that Arthur would stick to his word for he was an honorable man. Has been since she’d known him; even when he’d caught her ‘sneaking’ around his room. She hoped that as time passed he would grow to understand that not everything is as it seems. From the looks of it he was starting to understand that about people. Maybe that would happen with magic as well? Time would only tell. He would have to trust himself and those he trusts to find those answers. “Thanks Arthur!”She smiled broadly and happilyI have faith in you. I know that you will keep your word. So I'm not worried. Not really..

She didn’t know when she had come to consider Camelot her home but it was. Maybe she always had from the day her parents frequently brought her there to trade. Only leaving on the very day (she never did understand why.) She didn’t even know when she had wanted his consideration on the matter. But she did. So his response to her question threw her off mostly because of the sincerity. “Really?”She chuckled softly at the following sentence. Kazira was a little shocked. It was odd to have someone welcome her to their city…allowing her to call it home. Temporarily; yes, but never permanently. Being a nomad and a woman on top of that she isn’t highly looked at. And while that normally doesn’t bother her things do add up over time.

She looked at him with true gratitude. Something she hasn’t felt in a long time. “Hm. You Arthur are truly something else.” She stated with a small shake of her head. Disbelief. That was one thing that she could use to describe some of her emotions at the moment. He was truly not the kind of man you would meet on the street every day. A true Prince Charming…Or rather King Charming. “But thank you. Its nice to know that I do have some friends looking out for me.”
She stated with a laugh.

Her sly smile turned into a full blown Cheshire cat smile when he asked that question. She had been waiting for him to ask that and the confusion just makes it better. The good thing was, was that this wasn’t anything bad! “Oh just the fact that you sent a few supplies their way to help them along.”
She paused for effect, “Just a few tools among other things nothing tremendous; just enough to help them with the crops and repairs, a few satchels of gold to a couple of families who needed it for medicine.”She finished rubbing the back of her neck with a smile. Now realizing that she was getting going to start getting specific if she didn’t stop now. “Just stuff like that.” For some reason she had a feeling he knew that she had something to do with it but…She couldn’t help it! She was a sucker for helping people…besides it helped him as well not that she was trying to justify helping them. But it worked out for everyone really. The people got some extra supplies, she got to help people, and Arthur (while not knowingly) got recognized for it. It was a win, win in her book. She smiled broadly at him not showing her nervousness at how he would react. Just because he acted one way didn’t mean that he would appreciate her using his name.

Kazira felt her face heat up. Again…Did she never stop flushing around this man!? It was just as bad with any other man associated with the new king. She was beginning to wonder if she had messed up on a spell at some point and just didn’t know it. But she was grateful. “You’re words are too kind. But thank you.” She shrugged. “Maybe one day I will take you up on your offer.” But hopefully that day will not be soon. It wasn’t that she did not trust him. No she trusted him with her life. Should she end up in a bad situation…She didn’t want him to get caught up in the mess with someone waiting for him to come home. That was the thing that would kill her personally. Having to ask him to help her out of something…and getting past her pride to do so first… but taking him away. She just couldn’t do it; she’d rather risk her own life rather than someone else’s.

Kazira giggled at the women’s faces when she stuck her tongue out at them. The horrified looks were rather ridiculous. Did these women not know how to have fun? Or was it due to the fact that she did it in from of Arthur? The world may never know. Kazira feeling a little silly made several other faces at them; laughing as one looked like she was going to pass out. Oh she hadn’t had this much fun since she was at that birthday party with Lisa when they were younger. Moros looked on and sighed. His friend never seemed to stop tormenting people. But on the other hand the other human, Arthur, seemed to find it rather amusing. If the chuckles were anything to go by. Kazira turned to Arthur when he started to talk and smiled puffing up slightly. “What can I say to that? She laughed. “I am but a child locked within a woman’s heart. I like to have fun even in the oddest of moments…like fighting!”She giggled again she couldn’t believe that he’d said that, maybe he hadn’t seen her antagonizing the other girls, and covered her mouth.“I don’t think that they’re swooning now Arthur.” She said pointing towards the enraged women who had grabbed some apples from the table that wasn’t too far away. Maybe she’d gone to far. She gave them a cheeky little smile as she ducked behind Arthur to dodge an apple. Nah! But who knew those girls had such good throwing arms? “I think that now would not be a dull moment right?”


She snickered. At the memory she hadn’t actually “seen” the look on Uther’s face but she heard it. That alone was hilarious. Arthur trying to figure out what he was talking about was even funnier. “Actually no…I didn’t actually “see” it. I was hiding…Remember? But I heard it.”She giggled. “You trying to figure out what he was talking about made everything a lot funnier.Its amazing how short of a time ago that was. It felt like so many years ago…so many things have happened…so many things changed. She wondered if Arthur felt this way too? If he felt that time was changing slowly or standing still? She smiled at him and placed a gentle hand on his arm. “You can only offer so much of yourself before you stretch to thin Arthur. I would have only asked for information as I did that night.”She was taking a leap at telling him that but her pride needed to take a step back at the moment. This moment was not the place for it and it was not needed. “I know that I can come to you for aid my friend,” She smiled. “Believe me when I say the only things that would stop me are chains and Pride.”Amazingly she didn’t feel guilty admitting it to him. She’d rather he know it now than later. If she thought about it chains and pride were the same thing in her mind. They kept you from doing something and they’re both strong.

She stuck her tongue out at him. She still wasn’t going to admit that he was right. She was too stubborn for her own good. “I did get lost,”She smiled. “Oh yes I totally sneaked into a guarded castle into your chamber just paint all over your face.” She tilted her head. It sounded a bit far fetched…even if it was true. “Besides the marks came off didn’t they? It was only berry paint…granted blueberry paint…”She trailed off and wondered how long it took for it to wear off. “ How long did it take to come off?” She asked him curiously.

“Really?”
She asked not that surprised. It wasn’t common for anyone to be hired by kings especially women. She smiled proudly and puffed up. “I was able to get the information they needed with little to no trouble of getting caught. The same with retrieving their lost items.”Not a complete lie. “And I offered my brutal honesty. Of which was no charge at all. Maybe I should charge extra for that?’ she trailed off. Now that was a thought. She giggled at the idea but threw it out. No her prices were reasonable and if she charged for her brutal honesty well then…she would never get any work at all. She smiled at the fond memories of Lord Astras. It was good to know that other missed him as well. “I would like to think that he taught me well.”
She smirked, ‘If you’d like to hear a story you should talk to Lancelot. Ask him about a masked fighter at the Peace Treaty festival. There’s a big surprise there.”She stated not wanting to give away all of her secrets herself. There was no fun in that. Plus it was just to easy. Just because she considered him a brother didn’t mean she had to go easy on the man. She wanted him to find the information on her. Or at least of her fighting knowledge. “We’ll see.”She stated. “It all depends on how comfortable you are in fighting a woman Arthur.”She raised a brow giving him the I’m-not-sure-that-you’ll-be-able-to-do-that look. “I’m not afraid to get hurt or use insecurities to my advantage in combat. I won’t fight if you are uncomfortable with it.”She stated bluntly. And once again she was honest. She wasn’t above using her gender to her advantage seeing as some men won’t fight women. Kazira was excited to test her skills against him one day but she wouldn’t ask that of him if he was going to go easy on her. ”Soon then.” Kazira nodded her head. “I can’t wait to meet her. I have to say that she is one lucky woman. To have captured your attention.”

{Haha no problem! I absolutely loved your post! We seriously could right a book with how long our posts keep getting ^~ And they seem to just get longer and longer. So Here is the monster post for kaz haha.}