#kingarthurouat

[ccntkill-archived-blog]

@kingarthurouat continued from here

“Should, but I’m not.” The woman smirks, shaking her head. “Why should one be ashamed for speaking the truth anyway, darling?”

[herglitterymajesty-blog1]

"Hello Elsa, I am Arthur, King of Camelot and I'm also Ingrid's husband."

“Oh, yes! Ingrid has said so much about you. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

[thedesignatedvillainesses]

”You are beautiful.”

@kingarthurouat

She blinked, turning once to face an unrecognizable face, but the words had made her shiver slightly. She still retained the memories of the Duke of Weselton making those severely unwanted advances towards her, and so she secretly, quietly, hated it when any random stranger complimented her out of the blue.

But she had to be polite, at least say thank you, and hope nothing treacherous came out of it.

“Thank you,” She responded quietly, turning to face him. She’d gone out shopping a bit for herself, for groceries and was on the way back when she’d heard him speak (she couldn’t just live on ice cream even if she wanted to, despite running Any Given Sundae). “Have we met? I’m afraid I do not recognize you. My apologies...”

[leader-of-v-column-ee-blog]

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“Why the hell are you honking my nose? Have I got some sort of boogie on it?”

[thxhonestway-blog]

@kingarthurouat

       ❝ you’re...cora’s son? ❞

[bakerswifex-blog1]

"Hello, I'm King Arthur nice to meet you."

“Oh uh hello Your Majesty..” She said while quickly curtsying “I’m Margery Baxter, is there something I can help you with?” 

[reginathefairest]

"Regina?"

“Yes, Arthur?” 

[askifwehaveavocados-a]

“How about this,” she said, turning around to fetch a piece of cake. “For when she comes. On the house.”