Just Unwinding | Bart & Arthur
Glancing up at the loft the blacksmith raised a brow before furrowing it.
“What are you doing up there?” Bart asked as he moved his hands away from the horse and then crossed his arms over his chest. He appreciated the good will. Finding out there was fresh hay and water in the stalls let him know he could just let Midnight do his thing. He didn’t mind; but he did need to take him out to stretch his legs eventually. Bart chuckled as he moved away from the stallion and walked a little closer so that he could see the King more properly. “You would get a better sleep, Sire, if you were to retire to your room.” The castle, as stuffy as he understood Arthur could find it, was at least a better sleeping place than the loft in a stables! Bart knew what it was like to try and sleep on hay and it wasn’t the most comfortable of mattresses. “Especially when you have such a bed to sleep on.”
Well he guess he would get a bit of a scolding. But a scolding from Bart was better than getting one from someone else. Picking some more straw off of his shirt he replied, "I wasn't sleeping up there. Well, I was thinking about it but you came before I got the chance." It would have been uncomfortable, though, so many Bart coming along was a good thing. Only having to suffer a few sores from sword practice was enough for Arthur.
"I was just hiding," Arthur said with a small shrug. "I didn't want to bother you at the smithy and I wanted to get back at my advisers for when they scold me for going off on my own without telling them. They always do it whenever I leave the castle grounds. I thought if I hid somewhere, still on castle grounds, and then appeared again I could get back at them in some way." Now was the time for him to get truly scolded. He knew that it was a little wrong for him to want to do a thing to his advisers but he had enough of them really. Even as laid back and easy going as he was, he could also have a temper when he wanted one and he had limits as well. Besides, it wasn't like he was trying to hurt them or anything. He just wanted to throw their words back in their face.










