In Belle’s opinion, it was a little late for him to be complaining about that. The coronation was set for today. Arthur sat on an enormous throne in the middle of the castle courtroom wearing a royal robe and a large crown, both of which were far too big for him, in fact the crown kept slipping down over his eyes.
“I know it’s a lot to take in so suddenly,” Belle began, laying a hand on his shoulder, “and at your age it seems like a huge responsibility-”
“It’s not that.” Arthur glanced up at her. “I don’t know anything about running...
"If he thinks he can get rid of us, I’ve got news for that old walrus! We’re sticking it out!”
“Best room in the house!” Merlin repeated, in a very, very disgruntled tone, as he placed pot after pot beneath leak after leak. He was in one of his grumpy moods again, only this time, Belle couldn’t blame him. They were running out of pots to catch all the water in. “Guest room! Unwelcomed guest room! But if he thinks he can get rid of us, I’ve got news for that old walrus! We’re sticking it out!”
“And I say we go back to the woods!” snapped an equally disgruntled Archimedes from his house.
Belle was busy mopping the floor where a leaky patch had spread until Merlin had put...
“You sure you’d like to try this someday, Arthur? It looks pretty brutal.”
Belle stood, wrapped up in her cloak, watching as the two horsemen charged one another. It had snowed quite heavily the night before and even though it had stopped, the place was still quite cold.
She was standing with Arthur, Kay, Ector and Pellinore, closer to the former and further away from the latter. The three of them were staring transfixed at the joust, and Belle was grateful that, for once, Kay’s attention was on something other than her.
Looking around the square as the knights charged at one another, Belle sought out another familiar face. The man who held authority over the joust,...