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"Make sure it doesn't happen. For both our sakes." That makes you want to contemplate for a moment so clearly you push it to the side.
"I save Arthur from being killed and I end up as a servant. How is that fair?" Because honestly, you'd think the prat would be a little more thankful. He'd be dead without you!
(Amourningmotherwithhatredinhergoldeyesthechandelierfallsshegoeslimp,and it's your faULT-)
"I'm not sure fairness comes into it," Gaius tells you while massaging a particularly sore spot. "You never know, it might be fun."
You scoff. Fun? With that arse hole? As if. "you should hear my list of duties. How will mucking out arthur's horses be fun?"
"We all have our duties, even Arthur." Gaius has the most obvious tone of amusement in his voice and it only irks you a little bit.
You talk a bit more about arthur's future and his 'duties.'
Arthur? As king? Camelot won't last a day.
"OW! Do you really have to press so hard-!?"
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"So, you've got voiders on the arms."
"Mhm."
Gwen is really a lifesaver. You came to her grumbling about how you have no idea how knights armour works and she immediately offered to teach you so you don't make a fool of yourself in front of the prince. She explains it with such patience and answers your every question.
Gwen is the best. (You have a feeling you'll be saying that a lot in the future-).
Finally, the full set of armor is on and you can now safely say that you know what you're doing.
"How come you're so much better at this than me?" You ask, a smile on your face.
Gwen looks a bit embarrassed when she answers. "I'm the blacksmith's daughter. I know pretty much everything there is to know about armour, which is actually kind of sad."
You very much disagree! Without Gwen you'd be totally lost. And you tell her that. "No, it's brilliant!"
She blushes a bit and you think it's a lovely color on her.
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The tournament starts in roughly an hour. You struggle a bit while putting on the vambrace on Arthur. Without Gwen's lesson, you'd probably have no idea how to even begin!
"You do know the tournament starts today?" Arthur asks, clearly annoyed. You resist the urge to tighten the buckle more than necessary.
"Yes, sire." Titles are still weird.
While making a minor adjustment, you look up at Arthur. He looks vaguely uncomfortable.
.
"You nervous?"
"So, how do these things usually work?"
"What even is the reason for these tournaments?"
(Say nothing)