Post by Prince Arthur Pendragon on Aug 20, 2011 16:41:51 GMT
Arthur rolled his eyes and shook his head. Gaius insisted that this brown, smelly concoction was going to help "his troubles" but all Arthur thought that it might do was induce vomiting.
"His troubles" as Gaius so kindly put it, were not actually troubles at all, but just a feeling that something terrible was brewing somewhere. Camelot had been at peace for some time now, with no monsters or attackers. It even seemed that the dreaded brotherhood had backed off, but Arthur couldn't help but feel that this was just the lull before the storm.
Uther said that the gut feeling must be the result of overworking and had sent him off to the castle physician with a couple of his men for company. He had only just managed to convice them to wait outside the tiny room that he now sat in.
In his eyes, these gut feelings were a symbol of a good king. Unlike his father he was on edge, ready for attack at any time instead of revelling in the castle with his friends, drinking and eating until they were too full to walk. What kind of use would he be if...when they were attacked?
The door in front of mflew open and Arthur looked up expecting to see Gaius hobbling in, but the person before him was not half so old nor grey.
"Can i help you?" He asked, frowning.
"His troubles" as Gaius so kindly put it, were not actually troubles at all, but just a feeling that something terrible was brewing somewhere. Camelot had been at peace for some time now, with no monsters or attackers. It even seemed that the dreaded brotherhood had backed off, but Arthur couldn't help but feel that this was just the lull before the storm.
Uther said that the gut feeling must be the result of overworking and had sent him off to the castle physician with a couple of his men for company. He had only just managed to convice them to wait outside the tiny room that he now sat in.
In his eyes, these gut feelings were a symbol of a good king. Unlike his father he was on edge, ready for attack at any time instead of revelling in the castle with his friends, drinking and eating until they were too full to walk. What kind of use would he be if...when they were attacked?
The door in front of mflew open and Arthur looked up expecting to see Gaius hobbling in, but the person before him was not half so old nor grey.
"Can i help you?" He asked, frowning.
