#beastlyfay

with the court session having ended not too long ago, arthur sighed and ran a hand over his face. the day's proceedings had left him a little weary, slouching in his throne. crown slightly askew. the sound of footsteps against the marbled floor, had him straighten up as the man revealed himself from the shadows. his hand went up to adjust the metal weight on his head. appearing the ever prim and proper monarch, arthur smiled, ready to greet the witch. the king cast his eyes around for any of his (other) advisors or knights, finding himself alone with morgan. "now what i can do for you, morgan?"