Arthur only recently had learned that he was in fact a king. A young king, and one who had learned through the druids to welcome the old and the new religion. One who had learned how to fight through his friends, who he hoped would still follow him into battle now that he bore a title.
While he should have been guarded, Arthur had chosen to ride alone through what was his country now. While he knew it a little, he had been away in Avalon for years, so he liked to ride out and just... look around. Do errands for his castle which he would name Camelot.
Hearing a noise he reigned in his horse and looked around. “Hello? Is anyone there?” Arthur asked.
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