Face painting [Arthur...and possibly others?]

[†Kazira Astras†]

Tag: Mostly Arthur but if your interested let me know ^^ cant havea comedy without people seeing the handy work!

note: This is mainly a comedic event that Kazira plotted and in no way will Arthur maim her for such happenings....Hopefully!

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It was close to midnight with the new moon showing no light onto the castle of Camelot. Kazira was dressed in her fighting gear that consisted of brow doeskin pants black boots, a leather strapped top, and a black bandana covering her forehead. She didn’t wear a mask; she hadn’t since the celebrations for the peace treaty. It was hard to have something covering her mouth when doing strenuous activities. Kazira pushed her back against a shadowed wall as several guards passed by. She couldn’t help but think that they weren’t that attentive to their surroundings. She practically stuck out like a sore thumb, but she didn’t dwell on it long she had to make it into the castle.


She still couldn’t believe that she had been conned into this. Sneaking into the castle and playing a prank on its prince. Now that she thought about it, it wasn’t too farfetched when it concerned her and the Twit of a prince. She didn’t know why but she felt it was her job to continue to annoy and pester the man. And she was getting a satchel of money to do this. She smirked the kitchen was the easiest place to get into. They were making this way to easy. She looked down at her arm struggling to see the directions. She didn’t want to use any spells in the castle it would be to obvious should someone be walking around. Sighing when she finally found which way to go she silently followed the directions to the Twits room. It only took her a few minutes but she glared. Why do castles have so many stinking stairs! They were worse than some of the shrines and monasteries that she visited. Shaking her head she brought her attention back to what she was there to do.

Kazira opened the door slightly hoping to all of the gods out there that it didn’t squeak and it seemed that they heard her prayers when said door didn’t squeak as she slipped inside she walked quietly as she avoided various objects in his room.


“Does this guy not know how to clean his room? I swear that I’ve seen stables cleaner than this.” She whispered to herself. After that was said she managed to dodge the table that happened to jump into her path. Letting out a sigh of relief she smirked when she looked at her sleeping pray. She pulled out a pouch and opened it. She pulled out a twisted cloth and dipped it into the mixture and began to paint on his face.

She doodled little things like swirls and a star over his left eye. On his for head she was able to write “I’m a Pratt” and on his left cheek said “kiss me I’m a donkey.” She held back a giggle and laid the cloth on his table and threw the pouch under his bed. As she manouvered her way back out the door. She couldn’t wait to see how he would react to such a thing. Especially when it wouldn’t come off for a few days. Now all she had to do was make it out before he woke up.

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[Arthur Pendragon]

One may ask themselves how a trained knight, skilled combatant, and keen hunter . . . managed to sleep through someone breaking into his chambers and scribbling all over his face. He should have better instincts and reflexes then that . . . and normally he did. The answer to this profound, perplexing question was simple: he had been drugged. Only this time, he knew he had been. Gaius had been giving him treatment for his . . . sudden growth of donkey ears. All signs of having been a donkey man were fully gone, but he was still taking the remedy JUST in case. Arthur did not want to go through all that again. Within the potion was a strong sleeping draft, which Arthur had sort of recommended for he was having trouble sleeping after that slightly traumatizing experience. It was why the stranger had managed to sneak her way into his room . . . and furthermore doodle all over his face. For Arthur was unconscious.

But even with the affect of the substance, he was not dead. He still had his hearing, even if it was not as strong as it should be -- especially in a moment such as this one. Something did not feel right. He could not explain why, but he suddenly abruptly opened his eyes, and shooting out of bed. In his drugged state -- and not actually prepared to wake up in the middle of the night for the draft was meant to last until late next morning -- he was not the most balanced person, so ended up falling out of his bed, having rolled off the edge. He stumbled to his feet, grabbing his sword which he kept by his bedside at all times. He knew someone was there. He held out his sword in a defensive stance, seeing the shadowed figure. . . or blur of a figure. His vision was not its best, but he was not about to let the impostor know that!

"Who's there!" He demanded in a authoritative voice. He blinked a few times, trying to see who he was actually looking at. He could still not see a proper figure. He saw the outline of them, and assumed it was a man for they were wearing pants. Wait. There were two of them! No wait, just one. No. Two. Twins? They looked rather identical . . . little did Arthur know that his drugged state was making him see double. Never the less he managed to maintain some composure . . . trying to see who had dared enter his room at this time, while he was sleeping, and not bothering to grab a shirt as all he was clad in were his pants. He would deal with them -- who he was assuming was a thief or assassin -- first before reaching for a shirt. And if it was Merlin, then Arthur was most certainly going to kill him.

[†Kazira Astras†]

Kazira stopped just before the door. She was so close but knew she had been caught as soo as she heard the thump behind her. And his Authorial voice. Maybe if i dont say who i am he'll go bak to sleep... yeah right...Why did he have to wake up now? she mentally whined. I was almost out the door! With a sigh she slowly turned around suddenly glad she was on the other side of the room. She blushed seeing him without his shirt but it faded when she saw the sword.What was with men and pointing their weapons at her. She wasnt doing anything extremely bad....but he didnt know that and its not like she was stealing...yet. That was maybe her next thing. Nothing big since she didnt want what they had. Maybe she would snag Uther's crown before she left. She mentally shrugged.

"Woah there." She said putting her hands up. "Watch where you're pointing that thing....You can poke your eye out." She lowered her hands but watched somewhat wearily. The man looked a bit disoriented and she really couldnt take him seriously with all of her doodles on his face. It was a wonder that she hadnt busted out laughing. She wondered what he would do if she kissed him. THe righting on his cheek said to. It was another interesting thoguht but she would wait and see how everthing unfolded. Deciding that she wasnt going anywhere she moved to the table grabbed a chair and sat down nonchalantly propping her feet up on the table.

"You know Prince Arthur it is rather unbecoming to prance around half naked in the presence of a woman who is nor your wife." SHe stated with a grin. She was choosing to not answer his original question of who was there. She looked around the room again noting that everything was just thrown around. "you know for a prince your room kind of reminds me of a pig pen." She didnt know why but she just felt like teasing him and she absently wondered when he would realize what his face looks like-- and who would see him that way.

[Arthur Pendragon]

It was a woman? Damn. It was a woman. This certainly put a damper on things. Arthur had no problem fighting a man, but there was something odd about engaging in combat with someone of the opposite sex. He -- as any knight -- had been raised and taught to respect and protect woman. Not to fight and kill them. It was why he would not be able to. But that did not mean he was above throwing her in the dungeon for she had committed a crime and he would have to wait and see the full extent and severity of it. It was not only the fact that it was a woman that puzzled him, but also that there was just something very familiar about her voice. As if he had heard it before . . . somewhere. Hopefully once his vision became a bit less hazy he would be able to see her face clearly.

But for now, the familiarity of the way she spoke, with such rudeness and disrespect . . . agitated him. Of course part of this agitation was attributed to what she was saying and the fact that she had broken into his chambers in the middle of the night. He did not lower his sword though. Who knew what she was up to. He knew better than to underestimate a woman, so while he knew he could not fight one, he did not lower his guard. He heard her and vaguely see her seat herself on a chair. She was clearly not answering his question . . . then again, how many people actually responded to the question of who they were. Especially when they were doing something illegal.

It was also when she mentioned his state of half undress as being . . . unbecoming. Really? REALLY?! She was the one breaking into his] . . . how bloody unbecoming was that?! "Well I was not expecting company," he said irritably. He took a couple of steps towards the familiar stranger. There were more important things to worry about than a shirt . . . or a clean room. "What do you want?" He asked in a demanding tone, still establishing his authority . . . once he felt less drugged, then yes . . . he would take greater action. But right now, he was using all his strength to keep his eyes open and focus them on her.

[†Kazira Astras†]

She watched as Arthur came to realize that she wasnt a man, and couldnt help but look at his eyes that's when Kazira laughed jovially wrapping her arms around her stomach. The Twit was drugged! No wonder the Prat was so easy to paint! She continued to laughthrough his statements and through her giggles she replied.

" hehe. You should always expect company little prince. Didnt anyone tell you that??" She stated her laughter calming somewhat.

"Besides i wanted to visit an old friend and just so happened to find your room. I didnt know this and sadly enough when i saw it was you i couldnt get out quick enough to not disturb you." Kazira weaved her lie and it wasnt a very good one especially when the man knew her even if he didnt recognise her at the moment.

She had heard his tone become a little clipped when he had asked her what she wanted. She thought of him as an older brother and could help but smile. Maybe part of her lie wasnt really a lie. While the prince didnt really like her all that much she thought of him as a friend so in a sense she was visiting a friend but she was doing it to prank him. She looked at him again and held back another round of giggles. SHe didnt want to give it away till someone else had seen him. Just the reaction that it would cause would be very funny and she didnt want to miss it. She absently wondered if he would even go out of his room if he found out?? She tilted her head to the side slightly at the thought.

"You know little Prince you really should have a servant bring you something for the whole drugged issue...it would help you greatly realize who i am." She paused ans smiled broadly. "Would you like to play a game." She asked. "I'll give you hints as to who i am and you make the guesses. If you dont win before the drugs that are in your body to where off then i get to walk out of here without anyone knowing that i was here." She stated with a sly grin. This was going to be fun. "I'll give you the first hint. You've met me before."

[Arthur Pendragon]

. . . Did she just call him a Little Prince? Really? She was definitely going into the dungeon for this. Old friend. Damn it! Why could he not place the voice! It sounded so familiar . . . more so the tone and the way she spoke. And the fact that she was far too talkative, especially in the middle of the night when Arthur was in no mood for this sort of chit chat. This was when he needed his rest! So that he could actually function. Not engage in senseless conversation with a random woman who decided to break into his room! How did she even manage to get past the guards?! He didn't want to ask, because right now, he wanted to focus on getting her out of his room.

It seemed that each thing she said, just annoyed him more and more. Little prince. Drugged. Games. Games?! She wanted to play games now?! He was in no mood to play games! This was not the time or the place! She was an intruder! Had she really come all this way just to sit there and play ridiculous little guessing games with him?! If so, then she most certainly wasted her time. "I'm not going to play games at this hour." Or ever! What sort of twisted ploy was this anyway?! Had she stolen something? No. Had she been a robber, she would not have stopped to engage in conversation. She would have left as quickly as she could. So what was this?

"Tell me your name," he demanded, not even bothering making it a question, but rather, a command. He took a couple more steps away from his bed and towards her more general direction."If you answer me, and tell me what it is that you want, then I will consider reducing the severity of your punishment." He was the Prince! He had the authority to do what he pleased . . . if his father found out about this, he doubted he would show her the same leniency.

[†Kazira Astras†]

She snickered. She could still get under his skin after not seeing him for so long. Though the first time wasn’t on purpose. “Come now Arthur,” She stated in a mocking tone. “Everyone likes to play games especially guessing games.” She dropped her feet off the table easily and moved the chair further away from the table. Should he attack her she had an escape route and plus its not like she didn’t have weapons on her but with his room in such a disarray it would be easy for her to just chuck his own stuff at him. “Here is the second clue. I have a furry companion the size of a miniature horse.” She laughed. That was probably the biggest clue that she could give him….other than just telling him her name.


She ignored his command to tell him her name. Did he really think that that was going to work? Really? She knew she was just irritating him more and more. Granted he probably wanted to sleep. “I told you why I was here. And why should you care about my name anyways?” She stated evenly like it was the most obvious thing in Albion. Which it was because she had stated that she was visiting an old friend, “besides I wanted to leave; you’re the one who is keeping me here by sword point. Anyway what punishment would I receive for getting lost. I would thing that it would embarrass you to no end should anyone learn that I was in your room and you were half naked. That is something that I would personally like to avoid.” Yeah right she thought before she paused. “You know you could just let me go. It was an honest mistake after all. I took a wrong turn I’ve never been here before…” She stated her voice changing to a sad one. She was putting her acting skills to the test. “I was trying to find him to give him a dagger for his birthday. It’s late but I’m a travelor and I was passing though and decided to give it to him now or at least leave him a note.” This had been true at one point but cole was long gone. She didn’t know where he went but he left. Kazira held back another laugh. She had just given him more clues. She wondered if he would catch them.


She looked up at him and averted her eyes from his face one keeping up the act and trying not to laugh. Mentally she laughed. All that Arthur needed was a dress and a pair of fake ears to complete the look. But her thoughts went onto a different course she needed to get out of here and disguise herself. She wanted to see the looks that everyone would have when they saw the Twit’s face. Then she could die happy… not that she planned on dying but it was the thought behind it the quote that she was going for.

[Arthur Pendragon]

Oh. Dear. God. Arthur knew exactly who it was! Though he could still not remember her name, he could vaguely picture the face It had been several months ago that he had come across this woman. The one who had such a temper and a dog the size of a horse. Yes. Arthur knew exactly who was in his room. And yet, he still -- now more than ever -- had no idea why. It was clear her intention was to irritate him, for she had succeeded in that . . . but what did she possibly want? "You," he said fighting the urge to roll his eyes, though the lack of enthusiasm was evident in his expression and the way he spoke. He may not remember her name, but now, knowing that he had met her before, gave an odd sort of reassurance. Not because he trusted her -- that certainly was not the case by any means. But because he could finally put to rest the nagging familiarity he sensed from her.

"If you're here to see Cole then you clearly have the wrong room." He was of course being sarcastic. He did remember a few things about her though . . . and he remembered helping her. What never ceased to amaze Arthur was that it seemed the more kindness and compassion he showed to a person, the more they would lash out against him or do something completely disrespectful. He did not understand it, but it was becoming more and more of a frequency. First with that servant he had helped when the castle had been under a spell, and with this woman now. Of course this would not cause him to be anything less than kind to others, but it was still rather baffling. What justified such actions? Why did people feel the need to counter acts of kindness by displaying acts of disrespect.

Just as she was ignoring his commands, he was practically ignoring everything she was saying. He picked up on a few things, but really was not paying close enough attention -- his lack of interest in what she had to say for he was only curious for her motives of being here. "That is the most ridiculous story I have ever heard in my life," he stated rather bluntly. What was even more ridiculous was the suggestion of letting her go. He did not believe that she was lost. It was far too convenient for her to just have wound up in his chambers. "You can save that story for your trial. See what sort of sentence the king will pass on you." Deep down, Arthur did not think he was going to tell his father but right now, the thought was tempting and so made it sound like he was going to turn her in. He knew his father would not tolerate this, and whether there was any evidence or not, he would believe his son.

[†Kazira Astras†]

Kazira pouted and gave a small huff. “So you’ve figured it out,” she said. It’s not what she planned but she could work with it."So can you tell me what my name is?" She wasn’t happy that he figured it out so soon but she did give him a rather big hint. “And what made you think that I was looking for Cole?” She had basically said so but she could have been looking for someone else. He didn’t know that and besides the prank she wanted to thank him for helping her out a few months ago. She never did thank him properly. Not that she had the chance. After he had left Cole and her alone they had a bit of a falling out per say. Basically it was him getting mad at her for running off and almost getting herself killed after her adoptive father died and the fact that she hadn’t contacted him until then at the wrong time. To say that she was happy that he was yelling at her was the opposite of what she felt at the time. She was absolutely furious with him. She sighed at the memory while they did leave on good terms she did forget to give him the dagger.

“How is it the most ridiculous story you’ve ever heard? It’s completely true!”

She had said this with an indignant voice before she decided to drop it. “Okay forget what I just said. It’s not worth it. Anyways your highness I did want to say something to you. I wanted to…Thank you for helping me out. I know it didn’t seem like I appreciated it but I did,” She said. The last statement was as honest as you could get her to be in the situation at hand. She had a feeling that while he said that he would turn her in; he more than likely wouldn’t. Mostly because he doesn’t know why she was truly there in the first place and she was not about to tell him; that would ruin the surprise.

“You would really turn me into your father for doing absolutely nothing other than being in the wrong place at the wrong time?” she asked curiosity lacing her voice. “Come now what way is that to treat an acquaintance,” she stated with a small laugh. It was just a bit of teasing and hopefully he would just take it as that and not the other way. She didn’t quite understand why everyone took what she said the wrong way. Was it the wording? The tone of her voice? At this point she really didn’t know and it was beginning to irritate her because she couldn’t understand why. Not knowing what else to say she just sat there before standing and wandering over to the window and sat down. Blinking when she looked out she gasped. “You have a spectacular view from here!” She paused looking over at Arthur. “with a view like this why do other royals act so grumpy all the time??” She shook her head. “Maybe it’s the politics that irritate them constantly so they aren’t able to see the beauty that resides just outside their windows and all they see are the problems that will come about the next day.” She said turning back to the view outside. “I’ll never understand why people choose to be bludgeon themselves with the intricacies and mental afflictions that come with politics.” She smiled though the prince couldn’t see it. She had used the same words that he had used on her those several months ago. Granted in a roundabout way she had used them on him only making it sound like she was talking about others. She wondered what he would say and how he would react to her statements. Hopefully he won’t be too mad with her.

[Arthur Pendragon]

This was too much talking for the middle of the night. Arthur naturally didn't talk excessively, and even less when he was drugged. Yet, she seemed to want to have a conversation. He did not remember her name, so remained in a pensive silence for a brief moment. "I don't know," he mumbled, not liking the fact that he didn't know. How was he supposed to remember?! This was only the second time he met her . . . and even then, this was completely unexpected. "Why else would you be here." He was still not buying the whole she lost her way bit. It was . . . too convenient for her to have wound up here, in this particular room. Arthur knew she was not a threat . . . to his life anyway. She was more a threat to his sanity it seemed. But never the less, he slowly lowered his weapon, not holding it up in front of him, but still holding it at his side, prepared for anything else unexpected she threw his way.

This feeling was only reaffirmed when she seemed to change her tone, making it sound more sincere rather than . . .well, whatever it was before. He looked at her, or well 'looked' at her since his vision was still less than perfect. "Is this honestly how you thank someone?" He asked, his voice demonstrating a bit less irritation and more so, skepticism. Either way he was not going to respond to her genuine gratitude with hostility, but at the same time, he was not quite yet over the fact that she was here, in his room, in the middle of the night. What if someone walked in?! This would be a rather awkward thing to explain without fully turning her in. Still, he would humor the thought as of right now, he was not sure what he wanted to do. He wanted to stay awake long enough for his vision to clear so that he could actually do something rather than just stand here with his sword.

"No," he answered, obviously not turning her in for those reasons. "I would turn you in for breaking and entering the Prince's chambers in the middle of the night." A perfectly legitimate reason to turn someone in. She had broken in to the castle, went past the guards, and straight into his room. "Unless you tell me the truth as to why you are here, you'll leave me with little other choice ." He did not buy the getting lost story, and she was not looking for Cole, and he certainly did not think she went through all this effort just to thank him . . . then what was it? He saw her figured begin to move to the window and slowly took a few steps towards her, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at her comments and particular usage of the term 'mental afflictions'. He was really beginning to think that she had one. Did crazy people know that they were crazy? Maybe instead of getting his father, he should get Gaius to check up on her.

"Or maybe its the fact that they don't get enough sleep because people decide to pay them late night visits," he said as an answer to why -- as Kazira had put it -- nobles were so 'grumpy. He spoke in a firm, but still less agitated voice. He was not necessarily warming up to her . . . he just saw her as less of a direct threat on his life. That, and she was a woman. Even if she was an impostor, he had seen her when she was not well . . . and if she did indeed have a mental affliction, then she was not in control of her actions as much. "Do you need help, is that why you are here?" He asked in a low tone, concealing the bit of concern that he internally felt. He meant help in terms of many things: money, food . . . . . . medical aid. Arthur planned to get to the bottom of the reason for her presence at this inconvenient hour of the night.

[[ Mental affliction! HAHAHA I love how you used that phrase! ]]

[†Kazira Astras†]

Kazira knew that he wasn't even biting on what she had said. Granted it was a lie but still. She watched as his sword lowered to his side and let out a relieved sigh. She was honestly getting tired of that thing being pointed at her. " I could be here to see your physician." She stated evenly to which she knew that it would be a lie. Now that she thought about it she wondered if he had a specific herb that she had been looking for. It was called Boswelia it was good for pains from fighting and other 'sports'. She's been looking for it for a while and wanted to cultivate it. She blinked out of her thoughts as she listened to him speak again. "Is this how i thank someone? Yes actually. I do stop by randomly and thank someone at all hours of the night simply cause i'm passing through and dont have time to wait till morning." She replied easily and for the most part it was true. But she did usually wait till morning and in technicality it was morning just the sun hadn't risen yet...and it wouldn't for another few hours.

But i didn't know that they were yours. She pouted. "Its not like they're handing maps of the palace grounds out side so that people dont get lost and accidentally wind up in your chambers." She stated crossing her arms and crossing her legs slightly as she looked back outside the window not that he could really see her at the moment. Okay she did know that these were his chambers she did have somewhat of a map on her. Although she did look at it a few times she had made it fade away with a little bit of water magic as soon as she was done painting his face. "I did tell you the truth," She stated still not looking at him and by looking out the window her answer was kind of mumbled making it hard to hear what she said. She meant what she said about him having a spectacular view. She wished that she could see this more often. People dont realize how beautiful their land is compared to others. While she didn't agree with the kings views he did take care of his people and for that she could begrudgingly repect him but not to the point that she would stick up for him. Arthur? yes but Uther not in the slightest. Maybe if she was drunk but even that was a long shot.

"Hmmm i wonder who you could be referring to?" She stated sarcastically. "Or maybe its because they're not getting laid and then they are restless and cant sleep. I think that they would much prefer having late night visitors than none at all." She stated with a small laugh. Now she was taking it a bit far but didnt say anymore on the subject. i t wouldnt do to have the man be mad at her. Kazira heard his next words and smiled softly at the tone behind it. A tone she was sure that he didnt realize that he had. It was kind to think that he was at least somewhat concerned. "Its nothing to worry your mind over." she stated kindly. "Its nothing that i cant handle on my own."

She wasnt lying. it wasnt something that he could help with considering it was what she did to him. She opened the window slightly and took a small intake of air. She loved nights like these where the air was crisp. it was refreshing. She looked down and noticed something odd. Why was there a wagon of hay sitting under the princes window?? With that thought put aside another slipped into its place. "What on earth did they give you to make you that unaware??" this was stated almost inaudibly but It hadnt meant to come out of her mind it wasnt to say though that she wasn't curious. If it was passion flower then they needed to lower the dosage because he shouldnt have be that unaware to let her doodle all over his face.

[Arthur Pendragon]

Well, at least that was something a bit more believable. "Well then you're certainly in the wrong place," he said plainly. "There is actually a sign that says physician's quarters, so it does not help your case of getting lost and conveniently winding up here." Arthur continued to express his disbelief. He could not just let her waltz out of his room. Who knows what she was up to! He had only met her once before, and now this? No. It was best to get to the bottom of her motives here. At the same time, this was far too much talking for him. He needed to get rid of her, whether it was by the guards' hands or by his. His head was spinning, and as he did not talk a great deal to begin with, it was even harder to carry on a conversation when he was so agitated . . . and drugged.

"Then you need to learn about courtesy and common sense," he told her, mumbling his words. While he appreciated the gratitude, he would appreciate it so much more if she had come to him during the day time, and not creep around his room like a thief in the night. "Besides, you were on your way out when I woke up," he added, wondering what sort of thank you that could be. He had been asleep, so what? She just came in here to thank him in his sleeping state, and then wander off? No. Arthur did not think that was her prime reason for being here, even if it may be part of it. There was more going on, and he wished she would just blurt it out so that he could go back to bed. But . . . that did not seem like it was happening any time soon.

The subject of being laid -- as she so 'eloquently' put it -- was not one that Arthur would encourage. That would be rather un-gentleman like! Even if he was in the presence of an intruder, one who seemed rather comfortable talking about such things, it was not a subject he would talk about. It was far too personal and . . . indecent really! "No, they would not prefer late night visitors. They would prefer getting a full night's rest." And she was making that impossible for him. When she said she did not need help, Arthur dropped that subject as well. He was not going to pry in her persona affairs, other than the ones that had led her to his chambers right now. That was all he would focus on right now, for this alone it was difficult enough to concentrate on. At least his words and hers, proved the they each had the ability to be less sarcastic and irritating towards each other . . . even if the bulk of their conversation fell under the category of latter dynamics.

Oh. Damn. She noticed. Well, Arthur was not about to explain everything that happened that led to the necessity of being drugged. It was not exactly a story he wished to re tell, least of all to her. "Nothing," he grumbled. He was not trying to deny that he was given something, but rather, was trying to dismiss the subject for he was not about to tell her. Plus, he did not want to so openly and readily admit that he was drugged, even if it was obvious in the way he acted. "Where is your beast of a dog?" He asked suddenly. Wait . . . why was he trying to encourage conversation?! "I do not believe you were lost, or looking for Cole, searching for the physician, or merely coming here to thank me. Cease with your lies and tell me what the real purpose of your presence here is." He had just about enough of this. He wanted to go back to sleep! And he wanted her gone!

[†Kazira Astras†]

She laughed at him. "Moros is probably hunting some rabbits or snoring by now." She stated humorously but gave him a suspicious look. "Its not hard to tell that you've been drugged so stop acting like you arent and just tell me what they gave you." She paused, "was it passion flower? Its supposed to aide some one with sleeping issues." She finished cocking her head to the side before hoping away from the window and meandered around his room stopping at the wardrobe. Being curious she opened it and wrinkled her nose. "You dont have much variety in your clothing choices do you? I mean they're pretty much just dark colors with a few spots of white and maybe red...wait that's just your cape. Nothing drastic...You need some purple here!" She said not bothering to look at him before absently closing the doors and fluttering over to his armor and looked at it and smiled. She could see her reflection. "Hey whoever polished your amor did a great job! Though they missed a few spots here, here, and here." She said pointed to the dull spots.

Kazira knew she wasnt giving him answers and that alone would irritate him. "I didnt actually know that there was a sign for the physician's champers." She gave him a bewildered look. "You actually do that??" she moved around back o the window and plopped down in the most unladylike fashion. Not that she cared but with someone so 'well-bred' it would probably irritate him...more so than he was now. She thought back to what she said earlier and his response. "I think that you're wrong. Who wouldnt enjoy a few late night visists??" It was a rather blunt way of expressing her thoughts but she didnt hold onto it for very long. "So what if i was leaving. I thought that it was a bad idea and i was right so i was just going to leave...Would you have rather me hid under your bed??" She looked at him with amusement in her eyes. "I know what you'll say. You would have preferred that i waited till normal waking hours to say thank you rather than be in here at this late hour. But since i'm here what would you have had, had me do??" She asked curiously.

She opened the window slightly and looked down at the cart again, and wondered if she could make the jump into it? That might hurt though if i miss it...but that might be fun? she thought absently not paying attention to what was going on around her.

[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur evaded her question pertaining to what drugs he was given, by her sudden decision to go through his . . . clothes?! WHAT was she doing?! Damn it! Arthur had enough vanity to not want anyone to rummage through his clothing! "Do not go through my things!" he demanded as he quickly . . . too quickly tried to move forward but considered his incoherent state, he ended up stumbling. He managed to catch his balance before he completely fell over, but that was thanks to his bed post that he managed to grab to help him avoid the fall. With such a hasty action, he also felt his head spin a bit more as he blinked a few times, trying to once again regain his composure. But this woman was making it rather difficult to do so. "Don't go through my things," he repeated, equally as stubborn as before, but this time, without so much desperation, as he was remaining in one spot.

But, then again, this gave him an idea. One that he was not particularly fond of -- even though it was his idea -- but it would perhaps make this situation . . . the slightest, tiniest, smallest bit less uncomfortable. Arthur refrained from rolling his eyes at what he was about to say. Clearing his voice before getting it out, as merely a stalled attempt. "Since you are there, would you mind passing me a shirt." He did not want to ask her for any sort of favors, but his attempt to move closer to said area proved to fail as it only made him more disorientated. And now, here he was, having to ask her for a shirt so that he would not have to wander around half naked for the duration of however long she planned to be here for.

Wait . . she was now heading towards his armor?! If she dared get a finger print on it ---- well, all it meant was that Merlin would have extra work to do in the morning. "Get away from my armor!" He said, throwing out yet another demand. She was clearly one of those rebellious women though for it seemed that every time he told her not to do something, only encouraged her even more to do it. Good god, this was frustrating. He was in no mood -- or condition -- to deal with such a character. And yet, it would not be so easy to get rid of her it seemed. A part of him wished he had not woken up, and that she had just left which would have allowed him to have a sound sleep. But that thought was thrown out the window now!

"That armor is very delicate!" Not in the breakable sense but more so in the sense of what it represented. He did not want random people to touch his armor. The only women who he would permit to do such a thing, were Guinevère and Morgana and that was usually because they at times, aided him in putting it on and removing it. He certainly did not want Kazira to do this though! He would have threatened her by saying that she would have to polish his armor if she lay a finger on it . . . but like hell if he trusted her with such a task. Who knows what she would do to it! Her admittance to having not known there was a sign for the physician's quarters did not surprise him. He would have retorted with something rude, when he suddenly became distracted with her . . . sitting position near his window. Now, he rolled his eyes for the urge was far too great. Well, it was a half roll for he ended up just looking to the side, shaking his head in annoyance. "Have you no ounce of femininity or elegance?"

He did indeed recognize her VERY unladylike pose! Barbaric! What kind of woman not only broke into a man's chambers, but sat like that! . . . Ironic timing for her to start mentioning his bed. "Do not go anywhere near my bed. If I wished to hide you, it would be in a place that I could lock." And throw away the key, but no need to mention that small bit. He watched her look out the window. No matter how masculine she seemed to be, he could not bring himself to push her out. Had she fully been a man -- anatomically -- then he would have. But, at the end of the day, she was a woman. A highly irritating one, but never the less, a woman. "I would have you be honest. It is the least you can do after breaking into my room and violating my personal belongings." By rummaging through them! For he still did not believe her. Even if she was telling the truth, something told him there was more to this. But all he could do was keep a close eye on her . . . as close as he could, considering his state. When would these damn drugs wear off?!

[[ . . . I'm am SO sorry about not posting in this thread sooner! I don't know what happened!! I thought I had and then saw it at the lower half of my bookmarks It won't happen again! I swear!! ]]

[†Kazira Astras†]

Kazira looked at him briefly. Its not like she was trying on him clothing or something. She quirked her lips in confusion. It was just cloth...what was he getting so riled up for? Honestly, there wasnt really anything of interest. then she heard him stumble. She as she turned back to look at him cape but she didnt touch it. She looked back with concern, not that he could see it at the moment. "Those drugs are really doing a number on you? hmm maybe you should lay down." She paused. "Im not going to kill you or anything. I like ya to much for that!" She stated with a small laugh knowing that he would have a smart remark soon for what she just said.

She continued to llok through his shirts and found a blue one. "Oh you havea blue one!" She looked back at him after that was said and heard his...hestiant request. Well that's not something you hear from someone who you think really hates you. She grabbed a white shirt and walked over to him and stopped just out of reach. "And what would you give in return? Would ya let me go without a fight or sounding an alarm?" She was curious either way she was going to give him a shirt since he asked for one but she wanted to know the answer. Even if he said no it wouldnt matter...She would just jump out the window.

She looked at him. "I wouldnt touch someone's armor without permission... idiot." She looked down, "I'm disrespectful most of the time but not that way." She said in a hushed voice with a hint of anger. She wasnt truly angry more irritated but while people thought her to be the crude little heathen she wasnt always disrespectful espceially to a knight's armor because despite the prince being well a prince he was also a knight and Lord Astras would turn in his grave if she knew she had completely disrespected a knight. Especially since he gave her training as one. "So keep yer knickers on." She huffed. "besides all i wa doingwas pointing out that who ever polished you're armor missed a few spots."

She laughed from her spot by the window. "Of course I do. Just when i want to. I left most of that in Kentura though." She shrugged. "But what's the point? No one really see's me so its not a big deal." She never go why nobles were so keen on acting so prim and proper all the time it was, it was so...boring. She rolled her eyes at his statement of hiding her somewhere that he would lock. "Yeah like where? Your wardrobe or the dungeons?" She looked him with a raised brow. But sighed again. While he didnt like her she considered him a friend and it was probably the least she could do was to be honest with him. besides pranking him she did have a serious question to ask. "Be honest hmmm. I can do that." She looked around trying to find a map or something. "Have you heard about the slave traders using an Irish brand?" She wanted to know if they had made their way down this way. If not she would keep looking but she wanted to know what he knew about them and or any rumors. No one at the tavern had heard anything and she was getting frustrated.

[Arthur Pendragon]

He really did need to lay down. He wanted to go back to sleep! But how could he do that with a random woman lurking about the castle?! Of all nights for her to come in here . . . it just had to be tonight. He suppressed the urge to roll his eyes yet again when she spoke of how she liked him too much to kill him. He highly doubted that. But he did know that she would not want to kill him; only because if she wished to do so, then he would have been dead by now. She was showing no hostility towards him, which is why he was paying her with the same respect. But that did not mean he was going to easily dismiss her criminal actions: breaking and entering. "Well now why can't I believe that," he mumbled sarcastically. His agitation with this whole thing was just intensifying. More so when she was poking around, looking at his personal belongings.

He shot her a glare -- whether she could see him or not -- at her question, and of course the fact that she held out his shirt just out of reach. But that did not stop him. He was determined! He silently took a deep breath, and leaned over, feeling this swaying movement to only make him more dizzy. Never the less, he grabbed his shirt from her and turned his back towards her as he began to put it over his head. He felt a bit better now that he was actually dressed. "Not likely," he told her as he turned to face her again, in response to not sounding the alarm. "Some time in the stocks or dungeon should do you good." It would teach her a lesson! That Arthur did not take kindly to people entering his chambers like this. Unannounced and unwanted.

Her next words surprised him. "So you don't find it disrespectful to enter my chambers in the middle of the night, but you find it disrespectful to touch my armor?" He asked in a skeptical tone, slightly raising an eyebrow. That was odd. It must be for very personal reasons. Why else would she prioritize this over the other? It seemed she held respect for the image of a knight, rather than a specific one. For had she any respect for him . . . surely she would not be in here right now. Well, from Arthur's understanding of common courtesy, that is what he believed. So there had to be a connection to her and a knight . . . or something along those lines. But Artur was not going to inquire into that right now. He doubt his drugged mind had the capacity to do so right now. "Whether they missed a few spots or not, that is none of your concern." Arthur would have to check on that in the morning, and beat Merlin on the head if he did not properly clean his armor.

The dungeons. Definitely the dungeons. But when she started rummgaging through his room again, and ask him a question . . . he got distracted from all her previous comments. NOW she wanted to have a serious conversation?!? But the way she phrased it, perhaps she had some sort of information to give about an issue that could effect the kingdom. Or she could just be stalling. But considering that people's lives may potentially be in danger, it was a risk he was willing to take . . . or explore rather. "No. What are you talking about?" He asked, more in a concerned, serious voice rather than his usual sarcastic tone that he seemed to have used since he first awoke. "Can you stop moving around, and looking through my things for one second." Well that unique tone had been short lived. "I can't focus when you are constantly moving about." If they were about to have a serious conversation, then the less distractions he was surrounded with, the better. He turned so that he could lean against the wall, finding that support rather necessary right now. "Now what about these slave traders," he inquired, debating on how reliable of a source she truly was.

[†Kazira Astras†]

Kazira looked at Arthur with concern lining her eyes. He looked as if he was about to fall over any minute. But she had a smile on her face at the sarcastic remark he aimed at her. "Oh little prince you should believe it. Cause if i didn't like you i would have killed you when you were completely unaware. Should my intentions have been of that nature." She chirped as if she was talking about the weather instead of taking someones life. "Besides you are to fun to rile up. you have the cutest expressions." She laughed jovially. Not caring if he thought that she was joking or even just teasing (which she was but she also meant it). She looked around his room again. It was rather bear but it fit him. She shrugged.

Kazira laughed again at his glare. He wasn't that intimidating with his head all cloudy from the drug. "You know when you look a bit loony the glare doesn't have much of an effect." She stated as he took the shirt from her out stretched hand. Kazira couldn't help but roll her eyes as he turned from her. Really? He was being shy now? After spending that much time bickering with her without the shirt on? "Such a modest Prince." she mumbled as she listened intently to his answer. And shook her head the first part she knew was coming but the second she bit her lip from laughing out loud. "Right. Like you could get me into either." She stated with an amused snort."Its really cute how you think that; that would even happen."She rolled her eyes. That man was either extremely or naive or he had an incredible sense of humor.

"No i see nothing wrong with being in your chamber by accident. You're the one keeping me here." She stated," besides. My adopted father, Lord Astras, was a Knight. I thought Cole told you all of this the last time I was here??" She stated with a raised brow...not that he could really see it but it was a reflex! She knew for a fact that Cole told him!He had said so when she saw him those months ago! Man she thought the prince was dense before but this was just taking the prize! She didn't say this aloud not out of fear for what he would do but for the fact that she might just start laughing again."Look little prince i was just making an observation. What you do with it is your own business. But you might as well hit the person who missed the spot over the head or you could maybe....polish it yourself?" She muttered the last part with a small snort following. Yeah right the little prince? polishing his own armor? That's rich...Oh wait...he was...dang. Well that thought was uncalled for. She had no idea where it even came from! it was the most random thing that she's thought of since she's been in this room. "Oh my gosh stupid is contagious!" She whispered to herself in shock. She needed to get out of that room before it corrupted her!

"No i will not stop moving yet I'm looking for a map. If you will provide me with one or at least point in the general direction that would be helpful." She muttered leaning against his table. She had moved from her spot to find a map. She wasn't familiar with the area they had been in. That was probably because she was on the boarder of Cenred's kingdom. But that was a long shot. "Before I arrived in Camelot, the day you took me to meet Cole, I had an...encounter with slave traders. they were using an two overlapping diamonds with the word Daor. I've been trying to see where they were headed but no one has seen them and that is disconcerting." She looked at him frustrated tears forming in her eyes. "People like them don't just disappear without leaving some sort of trail." She looked away and sighed. "I dint want them coming here. Camelot has already gone through so much and the people here dint deserve to have family members disappearing." Her voice trembled in concern but she tried to reign it in. Despite what people thought she really did care about the people of Camelot just not the king; him she couldn't give a monkey's butt about. She didn't look up but she clenched her hands digging her nails into the table the tips and her knuckles turning white. she needed to find them. She looked up at Arthur wondering what he was going to saw and had to hold back a laugh because she was looking at his face. He wasn't going to realize what was going on until he looked in a mirror. That was going to be hilarious.

[Arthur Pendragon]

Little Prince?! Really now. He couldn't deal with this right now. His head was pounding from the drugs, from being so rudely awaken! And he most certainly didn't like to hear that she could have killed him at any given chance. "Don't be too sure of that," he grumbled, no longer holding a weapon, but that did not mean his guard was lowered. Though . . . he did know she was right. He doubted the purpose of her visit here was to kill him. She didn't strike him as an assassin of sorts. He had encountered enough to know that this was not how they ordinarily performed the duties they were paid to. "Besides you are to fun to rile up. you have the cutest expressions." Arthur wondered if the glare on his expression would eve subside. Probably not until she left. And its not as if her words were meant to flatter; he knew they were meant to annoy. She was just lucky that she was a woman. "You should really learn how to address me more respectfully," he stated . . . not appreciating the terms 'little prince' and the tone she mocked him in.

And now she was insulting his glare?! Bloody hell! "It's all I can do since your presence here doesn't exactly cause me to smile." Thank god! Now that his shirt was on . . . he felt less, exposed. It was one thing to be tended to by a woman without his shirt on, but not just randomly standing in his room with a woman he'd only met once before. "Such a modest Prince." Lovely. More taunting. But why should he expect anything less? "I hardly find the alternative appropriate," he commented. "And your previous words are ones of agreement." He had been to confused and dazed to realize just how long he'd been standing there shirtless, until she so kindly] pointed it out. "Right. Like you could get me into either." Now that's what she though! Granted, if he wasn't on the verge of delirium right now, then he'd have a better chance of making good on his threat. But to be quite honest, he didn't want to go through all the trouble. Throwing her in the dungeon or stocks would then call for an explanation and, well this was an awkward thing to explain. And he didn't trust her to stay quiet on it, or twist around the details to others. Yes. It wasn't worth his trouble, but she didn't need to know this train of thought of his.

She was calling him cute again! As if his head wasn't spinning enough! "You should really stop testing my patience," he said with annoyance which was only growing more and more. Especially when she continued that story of hers of being 'accidentally' in his chambers. Yeah. Right. "The moment you realized you were in the wrong room then, you should have left. Not wandered around it." From where he saw her when he caught her -- or the general direction since his vision had been a bit blurred at the time -- she had to have poked her nose around here just a little. He then listened to her explain about her adopted father, Lord Astras. Arthur knew the man . . . very well actually. From when he was younger. He took a few moments to try and remember if Cole had mentioned it. Wait, yes. He did. But . . . oh right. Lord Astras. Now it was all slowly being pieced together. "Lord Astras a good man; an honorable one." This conversation seemed far too complex to have at this time, when he was in this state. But he had to at least make that fact known, that he knew of Sir Astras.

On the subject of his armor . . . well he could easily just throw a piece of it at Merlin. However, he did not like to hear his armor get criticized. "Some respect for knights," he mumbled, not even sure if she heard him, but he was just too dizzy to go over there and push the armor away from her. He would take a proper look at it in the morning. Not right now. Right now, he had enough to deal with. Wait, now she was looking for a map? What the hell for? But it seemed he would not have to vocalize this question for she continued to speak. But it only further raised his confusion. Until she spoke of how she wanted to keep them out of Camelot. Arthur despised slave traders. He hated everything they stood for; treating people like animals to sell of . . . as if one could put a value on a human's life. It was barbaric, and had he the ability to, he would rid the world of them. "I didn't want them coming here. Camelot has already gone through so much and the people here didn't deserve to have family members disappearing." That . . . was an unexpected phrase to hear. "The safety and security of Camelot is not your responsibility," he commented. It was his. The people looked to him for protection. They trusted him to keep them safe.

. . . Yes. Definitely a far too complex conversation to have at this hour. But they seemed to already be engrossed in it, and it was indeed important business. He just hoped he could remember it all come tomorrow. "If you give me all the information you know, then I will try to track them down." If they were a threat to Camelot -- and people's lives -- then he knew it was his duty to do so. "But you should not seek them out yourself," he warned. Even if she was annoying the hell out of him right now . . . he did not wish to see her harmed. Slave traders were a dangerous people. One person was no match for the entire enterprise, regardless of which slave trader it was in particular. "It is too dangerous for you." At least he could have the support of his army, even if there was a chance he'd investigate first on his own. He did not abuse the use of knights and their resources. He'd rather explore the situation himself, especially if the details were coming from another person, so that he could better familiarize himself with it.