#boldsoul

Arthur raised a brow upon Galahad challenging his view, his faithful knight apparently opposing the idea that he couldn’t be trusted. Had he perhaps been speaking with the prisoner, allowing him to put ideas into his head? Nonetheless, he trusted Galahad not to be manipulated. If he truly thought there was a chance that the prisoner was being honest, then it was worth at least hearing him out.

“Merlin has proven his loyalty to me. He may be odd, but he isn’t a liar,” Arthur pointed out, insinuating that their prisoner perhaps was. “And what if he isn’t telling the truth and he’s leading you into a trap? You and the party I send you with risk not returning at all.” He had faith in his knights and knew they were all capable fighters, but it would be just like Morgana to pull a stunt like this. Perhaps they were playing right into her hands.

♔ 𝓈𝓎𝓂𝒷𝑜𝓁 𝓂𝑒𝓂𝑒 ( 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓅𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 )

Losing Lancelot a second time had been hard for everyone. The man had been a brave, honest and respectable knight. Though Arthur had been blinded by rage to see him kissing Gwen, feeling betrayed and wishing nothing more than to kill him for breaking his trust, he’d had time to allow it to settle.

Discovering that Lancelot had taken his own life had deeply saddened him, and there was an obvious silence and shift of mood come the next morning. Arthur noticed Galahad sitting by himself, his solemn gaze shifting to look him in the eyes. Making his way over to him, the King took a seat next to him and placed a hand atop his shoulder; a small form of comfort and way of offering his condolences.