@ofwiindsors closed.
tradition dictated that when the king entered, when the grandiose oak doors shielding his majesty’s apartments from the rest of the court swung open and grooms dressed in liveried blues and reds stepped aside, courtiers would rise and the chatter would quiet. silence descended over the hall as arthur exited, yet seeing his youngest brother seated alone, the king rose a hand and gestured for edmund to remain where he was. “ do not move on my accord, edmund. you must be travel-weary. ” moving toward the prince, he drummed his fingers atop the edge of the table, intoning a low voice as he mused: “ since i have you here, perhaps we could use this opportunity to... speak. ” his words proved strained, as though mustered from exertion, or the clever machinations of the royal advisers he kept close to his chest.
