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Sebastian smiled, grateful to hear good things about his kingdom from one that lived so very far away from it and was in no way politically connected to the Royalty here. He sighed softly at Elyan's question, debating on how to respond, before going with the truth. "Since my father's death, the Kingdom has been more prosperious, for he was a man crazed by fortune and the glory of battle, as he saw it," he stated softly. "I have been trying to make amends and peace as best I can, and thankfully the people are beginning to see the rewards of my efforts, though it may take many years for them to come entirely into fruitation,"

He paused softly. "I hope you do not think this innappropriate," he began quietly. "but what do you personally think of the King, Arthur? I have heard so many views of him it is hard to know what to expect. If you would be willing to give me your opinion, I would value it greatly."

The Prince smiled a little, grateful that this man seemed to have trust in Camelot's King. For the people to believe so in their King spoke of the King's possible compassion toward them. Either that or the King had brought their silences. Considering how Elyan had turned down Sebastian's offer of payment, however, the Prince doubted it. But as the man spoke of Arthur, and his willingness for peace among all things, the brunette's guard laxed a little. He nodded softly, taking in the information this man was giving him willingly.

"Peace is all I ask for," he assured quietly. "My father has done many wrong, and I believe the King's father might have been one of those whom my father wronged. I came personally to hope that I could show the new King I am not like my predecessor. He paused as Elyan asked him where he came from, knowing the knowledge woudl get out eventually - surely there was no harm in telling him? "Albrethia," he stated softly. "It is far beyond Camelot's walls."

Sebastian smiled gratefully as the swordsmithy agreed to sharpen his blade, unsure otherwise where else he would have managed to do so. "It is greatly appreciated," he said softly. "I will pay you well for your services, my friend," He could sense the man eyeing him as he drank, wondering what this man thought of a complete stranger coming and asking for such a thing. As he finished his drink and the man continued to agree to sharpen his blade, Sebastian nodded his thanks. "Again, I thank you for your kindness," he said softly

He cocked an ear as the man spoke of the King, raising an eyebrow at the familiar way in which the smithy seemed to speak of the man. Curious and more curious. Was this man knowledgable with the King? Or was this a King who valued the opinions of all his subjects? It was an interesting thought... perhaps somehow they knew each other. He smiled softly as Elyan asked for his name, cursing his own bad manners. "My apologies, I should have given it sooner. My name is Sebastian," he said softly, neglecting for now to mention that he was a Prince. The man paused softly, looking toward Elyan. "Might I ask in return for yours? Purely so I can recommend you, if anyone should ever ask for a swordsmithy in Camelot?"

Sebastian smiled a little as she congratulated him, then sighed softly as she called him 'milord'. "Please, let us not use titles and such. I would be most honoured if you would call me by my given name, which is Sebastian." Giving her his name might be risky, but he couldn't help himself. This girl had a charming way about her, something in her made him want to speak more to her, to exchange opinions.

As she assured him that he could take his time, the Prince smiled. "My horse and I thank you greatly," he said softly. "It has been a long trip, and we've still further to go," he paused as she continued, saying she was nothign but a mere wanderer. "No person in nature's world is a mere anything, if you would presume me to say such words, my friend," He dipped his head briefly to her. "Each and every person is deserving of respect, no matter their birth or title."

He gently removed his horse's tack as he let the animal drink, intent on cooling the steed down a little. As Yassia complimented him, he smiled, turning to face her, stroking his horse's nose. "Indeed, he is a fine animal," he agreed softly. "He was bred in my homelands, Albrethia. We believe that for an animal to breed true and good they must be allowed to roam the hills freely, and so Aiden was borne freely, then coaxed into allowing a rider. If he had ever need to toss me from his back I would instantly let him be a free horse again," he assured her softly.

The rain had followed them since they had left Albretha, and Sebastian tried desperately to shake off the feeling of being warned against travel. Superstitions, silly thoughts! THe road to Camelot was long,and his horse was irritable and frisky in the confusion of the weather. They travelled for several days before eventually Sebastian caught sight of the City in all its glory, the towers of the Castle rising above the trees. As they entered Camelot, the Prince looked about, curiously. He had been told many things about this land, and it would be interesting to find out which of these tales were true and which were not.

The brunette spent a fairly comfortable night at a nearing inn, avoiding questions as to whom he was, knowing the danger it could bring. In the morning, grateful to see that the sun had risen and that the rain had passed, he set out to find a smithy, knowing that his sword would need sharpening, if only for the sake of appearance. Gently leading his steed through the streets, the Prince eventually spotted a sign for a blacksmithies, smilling a little in relief. He urged his horse on softly, tyiing the animal to anearby post, and moving to the blacksmith's door, knocking softly, hoping someone would be in.

Setting: Camelot

Weather: Raining, though there are some sunny spells.

Tags: Elyan.

Gods alive, what a mess!! The Albrethian Prince shook his head as he dismounted his horse, wiping his face with his hands, sighing softly. That visit had been a total nightmare. An attempt to gain peace from a fellowing country which had only ended in the King insulting him and then threatening war if he stayed any longer! With an annoyed growl, Sebastian leaned against his horse, though he was careful not to do so too much, for he knew that the steed must be as tired - if not more so - than he himself felt, and they still had a long way to go yet.

Opening his bag, the brunette took out the water skin, unscrewing it, frowning as he realised from the weight that it was almost empty... he must have forgotten to refill it, for he had been so distracted by the King's unwelcoming words and mannerisms. Sebastian sighed, biting his lip as he looked about, unfamiliar with these woods. The trickling of some sort of... wait, was that a stream? Ah, perhaps all was not lost! The Prince gratefully capped the water skin once more, and took hold of his horse's reigns, gently walking the creature forward, hoping he could track the stream.

Through a glade, he eventually spotted the water running. ANd... what was that? A young maiden, soaking her feet in the water? Sebastian hesitated; he did not want to interrupt her solitude, if that was what this woman sought, but his horse needed water, and so did he. Necessity overlawed manners, and the Prince stepped forward, giving a soft cough so as to warn the lady of his coming. "Excuse me, lady," he began calmly, trying not to startle her. "Would you mind if I collected water for myself and my horse?"

The road to Camelot was long and ardious, and though they had not met any dangers, the young Prince's thoughts were troubled. He had heard many things of the King that resided there, but how many of these things were rumours? When a new King came to the throne, others tended to express hopes and prayers as reality - was the same true for this King Arthur of Camelot? His father had been ruthless, from all accounts. Sebastian had never met the late King, nor had his father before him, but they had heard tales of the man's hatred toward magic. and his utter stubbornness. The fact that the new King had married a servant should have elevated Sebastian's fears a little, but the more suspicious part of him wondered whether the man had done so to try and win the people over. It was not an uncommon trick. And there were more rumours about those two, though the Prince chose not to ponder over those. He would see soon enough for himself, and as the towers of Camelot's Castle began to peak over the trees, he knew it would not be long until they were in the mighty City.

As the horses trotted through the cobblestoned paths, their hooves making much more noise than Sebastian would have wished, he glanced around them, to see how the people reacted. Not to him - he was not their King - but how they seemed in general. The town looked fairly prosperous, and the people were smiling and laughing with each other... hmm. Perhaps the rumours of King Arthur were true. It would be a rare factor if they were. As they eventually reached the Citidale, the Prince sighed quietly in relief. Not relief for coming, but relief to be able to dismount his horse. He was not fond of the creatures, heaven's knew why, but he preferred to travel by carriage or by sea rather than horseback; however, it had been the easiest and most realistic way, thus he had conceeded.

Silently he pulled his horse to a stop as they reached the Castle. Seeing the great architecture made the nerves reappear, and he swallowed, clearing his throat before stepping from his horse, reaching for the sword he had had made for the King, and the gift for his Queen, holding them as he stepped toward the Castle. In front of him stood the King himself, along with his council. Sebastian swallowed, then took a slow breath, before handing the gifts to a guard of his own, before sweeping a low bow. "Your Royal Highness, I thank you for allowing me to visit you here today, and I congratulate you on the recent marriage to Queen Guienvere. May the Gods bless you both, and give you great happiness."

Weather: Cloudy, though there is a warm breeze. There is a slight possiblity of rain.

Tag: King Arthur Pendragon

Time of Day: Midday

Timeline: Post season 4, about three weeks after Arthur has married Guinevère.