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!!        ‘   i am not sure you do! ’ Leon yelled. There were people in town who talked of magic in soft whispers, excited giggles like children who were up late and sleeping side by side on the floor of a drawing rooms fire; they believed it was an opportunity to be entertained. They wanted magicians and jugglers, as though it was a circus and not their own livelihoods. The red hair about his face flopped as he stepped back, his hand running through it in a stressed motion. Arthur was a good king, and more importantly a good man, but he was more than a little intimidating to some of the newer guardsmen of Camelot; they were scared. His leader was not his father. As much as it made him cringe away to think it, Uther was a hard man and cruel in some of his endeavours. 

‘   there is a way to do this without losing half of your banner men!’ the knight threw his hands up and pressed gloved fingers to his forehead in frustration. Words weren’t his forte- leave that to the poets and maesters. Hadn’t Arthur been the one walking the walls to practice poetry with his manservant? Or had that been just another lie to protect him? He sniffed and squinted upwards at the ceiling, great and painted high above them. Arthur was making sense but it was too scary to consider the battle the decision might cause, ‘ of course they don’t deserve to live in fear, but neither do your own subjects!   ’

his voice was small when he spoke again, the realisation that his argument made him sound like a monster looming over his head. Blue eyes found Arthur’s, ‘ I was there for near every raid on druid camps- do you not think I am haunted by what we did as well?   ’

                       ❛   they   have   lived   in   fear   long   enough   leon!   i   understand   the   penalties   and   the   dangers   to   my   decision.   but   it   is   in   the   end   —   my   decision   and   mine   alone.   one   i   have   thought   very   deeply   about.   i’m   not   just   deciding   this   on   a   whim!   ❜   it   had   been   a   long   ongoing   battle   since   his   days   as   prince.   magic   has   never   been   a   clear   thing   in   arthur’s   life.   he   was   raised   to   hate   it,   but   he   seen   the   good   in   it   too.   ❛   magic   may   be   seen   as   vile   and   evil   to   some!   but   so   can   the   average   man!   we   cannot   hide   away   from   something   just   because   we   fear   it.   ❜

 now   the   king   has   gotten   to   his   feet,   by   pushing   his   chair   back   with   the   horrid   sound   of   wood   quickly   scrapping   against   wood.   ❛   i   will   not   rule   in   fear   like   my   father   did,   i   will   not   let   that   or   hatred   rule   for   me.   ❜   hands   come   to   harshly   land   on   the   surface   in   front   of   him,   his   eyes   do   not   pull   away   from   his   knight.