The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

Not that Arthur would admit it, but yesterday had helped to calm him down from the state of introverted confusion he'd been in since Thursday. He was no longer showing signs of such, or at least nothing that was as easily, visibly sedate.

He was, however, very focused on his own swordwork that morning. He'd asked Merlin to stand guard come with him into the salle, but now that what bothered him worst had gotten out, he was free to focus on his movements to ward off the rest of it. Slowly, carefully, and with full concentration, he lapsed into familiar patterns that were as easy as breathing by now.

[[ open salle, but I'll be SP in bursts until the evening ]]

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[bitchprince]

"He is my father, Zack," Arthur pointed out; and it wouldn't be the first time he'd gone behind Uther's back. "It isn't my place to question his laws in public." There were certain kinds of careful phrasing he probably wasn't going to lose until his father well and truly died. "As prince of Camelot, I'm sworn to uphold its laws. That doesn't mean I don't do what I can."

[puppy_fair]

"Prince means you could be king someday," Zack noted. "I'm sure you've given thought as to what to do about it then?"

Zack couldn't ask Arthur to just take propriety and toss it from a window. Even if right and wrong seemed to be written in black and white in this situation, it was so much more muddled than that. It was Arthur's dad who was doing all of this.

[bitchprince]

"It doesn't mean I could," Arthur simply said, "It means I will, barring an untimely death."

You idiot implied.

It was Arthurese for 'yes, I have, and it scares the hell out of me but I'm not telling you that.'

[puppy_fair]

Hey, if someone had offered the throne to Zack on a silver platter, he would have turned it down in a heartbeat. Even if Arthur hadn't told him that, he could well imagine.

"Well, then don't die," Zack replied, letting the implied you idiot slide easily enough to the side. "If there's anything I can do, for you or for Camelot, let me know."

It was all said so soberly, compared to Zack's usual chirp. This was heavy stuff, after all.

[bitchprince]

In that moment, Zack reminded him so much of Lancelot it practically hurt. He wasn't going to insult that gesture with an 'I can handle it'; instead, Zack got a slight bow of Arthur's head.

"You're a good man," he said, "What your mentor said, about keeping your honour -- don't let anyone take it from you."

The practice sword fell back into place where it belonged.

[puppy_fair]

"I won't," Zack said dutifully with a small bow of his head. "And keep sight of yours, Arthur. It's that much more important for you, I think."

A king without honor would be...

Well. Terrifying.

[bitchprince]

"If I had none, I would never be worthy of being a king."

Which was something he spent his entire life trying to earn.

He glanced away from the sword, over his shoulder, at Zack. "No dishonour nor cowardice nor disloyalty, nor disservice."

[puppy_fair]

Zack really, really liked that. He'd have to remember it- it seemed to sum up all that he believed in, really.

"Protect your honour," he agreed, smiling faintly. "If you do that, sooner or later you'll get to fix the price of freedom."

[bitchprince]

"Mm," Arthur agreed. It didn't quite take the load off his mind, but at least the sentiments were familiar. "And don't go after a man with a broomstick."

[puppy_fair]

"Or, at the very least, not when you're just armed with an umbrella."

Zack had so totally kept that beach umbrella to practise with, yes.

"It's almost time for my next class, so I ought to change and shower and all that before showing up in Lady Ghanima's classroom looking like I just got my butt kicked by a toddler with fingerpaints. See you later?"

[bitchprince]

"See you later," Arthur returned, "Feel free to regale me with further tales of the small children who've managed to bludgeon you down to size, later."