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[ Because this picture is pretty and I wanted to share it with you. Shush. ]

[ Arthur hasn't been gone long. Many of you likely wouldn't have even noticed his absence at all. But he is returned now, just over a year older and with a new crown that ~~he may or may not have stolen from Burger King~~ is far more ornate than a Prince's coronet hanging in his hands. He may not be much older but he certainly looks aged. ]

It would seem this realm has not tired of its want for Kings and Queens.

[ A tight lipped smile. King Arthur of Camelot has just come from the middle of his coronation, and he is hardly amused. ]

I would ask a question of you, Travellers, if you care to answer. How many of you believed you would return home following the battle of Ragnarok, as was promised? How many of you were prepared for it? Wished for it?

[ A pause. ]

Are there any among you that held dread for the prospect, and are glad now to remain in this city for however long you might?

[ He did, once. Now, he is not so sure. He rolls the crown in his hands once, shifts. ]

Or - an easier inquiry, if you are not inclined to answer the other. How many have returned to their native realms, despite the unresolved conflict? Those of you that have made my acquaintance or would call yourselves my friends, I ask that you make known your presence.

[ Another beat, another tense smile. ]

I suppose Asgard is not yet finished with me after all.

[ The feed ends there. Arthur can be found walking from the Heimdall district in the direction of Thor, golden crown once more upon his head and his rich red cloak trailing in the dirt behind him. He might seem a bit dazed, as he is trying to fit the memories of Asgard into his memory of Camelot or perhaps the other way around, but he will stop to speak with people if approached.

He hesitates only a moment on the sidewalk before the New Camelot residence. Arthur's not sure if he's still meant to call it 'home.' But after taking the time to look his fill, to try and remember what he already knows, he will finally cross the yard to knock on the door. He no longer has the key, after all. ]

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The latter would be correct as of today, and I am quite well, thank you.

[ He smiles, tired but warm, the proper sort of solemnity. ]

I hope the same can be said of you, Khaleesi.

As well as you can, in such times.

[ it's her silent acknowledgement that something must have happened for him to have a crown now. her smile is a bit wry in that, as she nods slightly ]

I am well enough, I do wonder for you. Perhaps you might rest before you resume your duties here.

[ The trouble of friends and allies: they know what is best for you, even when you wish to deny it. ]

I fear my sister may insist upon it, though there remains much to be done. I knew I could not have been gone long when I saw the city is still half in ruin.

[ How can he rest when there is a city to rebuild? ]

[ it is a comfort that dany thought she knew, but perhaps not quite so well. she listens, understands it well. the wry twist of her mouth deepends. ]

There is no true rest for any who wear a crown, but while our spirit may be willing, our body is another matter. Your sister has the right of it, I would think.

Much has happened since my arrival. It is no kind place, this city.

Not hardly, if at all.

[ Rest, though, to spare the body. Uther schooled that weakness from him at an early age. Arthur sighs. ]

But I was fond of it, once. I suppose I shall be so again, and face each trial readily as it should come, for I fear there will be many. Time waits for none, even our new arrivals.

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video; pfft late, she says to the one that's been on hiatus all month. feel free to ignore!