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Posted on August 25, 2012 at 10:24:37 PM by arthur & pendragon



Arthur loved the library. It was one of the largest rooms in the castle, second only to the great hall, stacked from floor to ceiling with various volumes, some old, and some new. After the chapel, it was probably one of the most peaceful places in the castle too. Located a few stories up, and stretching into the mid-levels of one of the towers, it was rarely occupied by large numbers of people, and, was free from the activity common in the rest of the castle, during the day. The King had created a rare moment for himself in which he could relax, seated in a high-backed chair, turned so that he could look out of the window, a book held open in his hands. He had been long over-due an afternoon off. Tristan had left the castle early in the morning with some of the younger guards, on one of the prince’s first hunting trips without his Father. Arthur had smiled at the excited expression on his son’s face as he had tacked up his horse that morning. The horse itself had been a recent gift, since after a recent growth spurt, Tristan had well and truly outgrown his two ponies. The new animal was not as tall, or as strong, as Arthur’s own mount, but it was a stage up, and the Prince had been delighted.

Creeeeakkkk Arthur paused, glancing up from the pages of his book in order to look in the direction of the ceiling. Someone was on the floor above. In itself, it was not unusual, the rooms above the library were often used as storage, either for items that were displayed on a rotation system throughout the castle, or for broken items. In fact there were two rooms full of objects with just one thing in common...they had all been broken, at one time or another, by Poppy. For some unfathomable reason, items broken by Poppy were far more difficult to repair than things broken by anyone else. What made it strange on this occasion however was that Arthur had specifically requested to be left in peace for the afternoon, which meant that the guards would have been prevented by their captains from entering the storage areas beneath which the King sat. Arthur glanced down at his book, studying it for a moment, before gently inserting the ribbon that marked his place.

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The stairs groaned beneath his boots as he made his way up the staircase, and the King had to duck in order to avoid some of the low-hanging spider’s webs that were suspended from the ceiling. He had been told by Tristan that in one of the towers, bats had made their homes amongst the rafters, but, as he neared the topmost door he was fairly satisfied that it was not this one. Arthur glanced down at the door handle, noticing that the dust, which covered the rest of the lock in a thick layer, had been wiped clean. Someone had opened the door very recently indeed. Curiously, and a little warily, Arthur pushed open the door with a squeaking of hinges, and peered into the room, his free hand resting atop the handle of his dagger. “Hello?” he said into the darkness, his voice echoing back at him off the stone walls, “is somebody up here?” Nothing moved.

Arthur opened the door wider and stepped into the attic room, crossing the floorboards in a few long strides in order to stand in front of the small arched window that was built into the opposite wall. The soft light of the afternoon illuminated his face, highlighting the structure of his face, and the various metal objects he wore around his person glinted. Sighing, the King rested his left hand on the cold stonework, leaning his weight against it as he crossed one foot over the other. He must have imagined it, that, or a rat had encountered a particularly worn floorboard. Creeeeakkk The king spun around quickly, his hand returning to the pommel of his dagger, ready to draw it, but the face upon which his eyes settled, was not one he had been expecting. “Its...Dyna, isn’t it?” he asked kindly, his hand falling away from his weapon in order to hang at his side instead, “what are you doing up here?”










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