Video.

[king]

I've been wondering, Scorched.

[ Arthur has been training since before the sun rose: it's visible in the flush across the bridge of his nose, the way his blond bangs are sticking dark to his temples, the slouch of his usually straight-backed posture. But he needs a break, a distraction from his own mind, from the questions that have been plaguing it without concrete answer. ]

Say that the Door started — temporarily — working the way that all doors should, and we could all trip merrily back to our own worlds.

[ A breath, considering whether he's really going to ask. Despite his slightly laconic tone, he knows how depressing some of the answers he'll get will be. But he still wants to know: ]

Would you stay here in Anatole?

Or would you go home?

Comments

[video]

[moarnomsplz]

It would not be mair, merr-ee. But I would have to go back.

[video]

[king]

Obligation?

[ A sympathetic look. ]

[video]

[moarnomsplz]

A war that must be won.

You know of these thing-zuh, as a prince, don't you?

[video]

[king]

I know something of war, though I have never truly fought one. Battles, yes, but my father spent too long conquering for his peace to break easily.

[ A pause. ]

My late father. I'm not exactly a prince anymore. Do they have kings in your world, Aximilli?

[video]

[moarnomsplz]

My people have never had a king, ing, but we do have princes, and I think our warriors are like night, knight-suh.

[video]

[king]

Knights are always a good thing to have, if you ask me.

[video]

[moarnomsplz]

If you are no longer a prince, does this mean you are king-ing?

[He will have to adjust the title he calls Arthur by, if so.]