For a moment, panic seized him, and he thought he was late for his duties, but then he recalled the king had forced him to take the day off, so he relaxed. Still, luxuriating in bed seemed decadent and unproductive, so he stretched, yanked back the hangings, and swung his long legs over the side of the bed. Just as he did that, without a knock, Fleur entered the chamber.
“How are you?” Her eyes narrowed in concern as she approached.
“Honestly, I feel like a new man. It’s a miracle what sleep can do.” Percival rubbed his eyes and stood. “But is it midday? It seems late.”
“No, it’s late morning, just very sunny, but cold. Rion’s at his lessons.”
“How did he fare last night?”
“Slept like a babe.”
Percival chuckled and made his way behind …show more content…
How could one complain about tables piled high with sweet and succulent foods, festive music, and a huge Yule log crackling in the massive hearth of the Great Hall?
Percival, Fleur, Rion, and at together at a long table and indulged in the holiday meal featuring a whole roast boar and goat’s heads. Following the meal, they drank spiced cider – strong cider for the adults and weak cider for the children – laughed, and danced around the pine-garland festooned Hall. Rion had chosen to run about with his friend and play a game of tag off to the side, which allowed Percival and Fleur plenty of time to dance closely. What did it matter if most of the music was designed for upbeat dancing?
Often, people came up to Percival, slapped him on the back, and winked. Clearly, he had their approval when it came to courting …show more content…
After a time, several nursery maids pulled Fleur into a women’s dance, so Percival took a seat on the bench back at the table. Gwaine sat there, drinking, and scowling up at the head table. When Percival moved closer to his friend, the smell of strong cider coming from Gwaine’s breath almost knocked Percival over.
“Gwaine, damn, go easy on the cider.”
“Oh, what do you know?” Gwaine cast the head table a dirty look and drained his tankard.
“Why are you glaring at the king? What’s wrong?”
Gwaine’s head swiveled around to look at Percival. “I am not glaring at the king. And besides, you’re the last person who should pass judgment.”
Obviously, Gwaine was going to be a mean drunk tonight. It did not happen often, but when it did, the results were usually awful and Gwaine ended up fist fighting with someone. Percival had no intention of coming to blows with his friend, but still, Gwaine’s words irritated him.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” asked Percival, his words clipped.
“It means, why are you not married
“How are you?” Her eyes narrowed in concern as she approached.
“Honestly, I feel like a new man. It’s a miracle what sleep can do.” Percival rubbed his eyes and stood. “But is it midday? It seems late.”
“No, it’s late morning, just very sunny, but cold. Rion’s at his lessons.”
“How did he fare last night?”
“Slept like a babe.”
Percival chuckled and made his way behind …show more content…
How could one complain about tables piled high with sweet and succulent foods, festive music, and a huge Yule log crackling in the massive hearth of the Great Hall?
Percival, Fleur, Rion, and at together at a long table and indulged in the holiday meal featuring a whole roast boar and goat’s heads. Following the meal, they drank spiced cider – strong cider for the adults and weak cider for the children – laughed, and danced around the pine-garland festooned Hall. Rion had chosen to run about with his friend and play a game of tag off to the side, which allowed Percival and Fleur plenty of time to dance closely. What did it matter if most of the music was designed for upbeat dancing?
Often, people came up to Percival, slapped him on the back, and winked. Clearly, he had their approval when it came to courting …show more content…
After a time, several nursery maids pulled Fleur into a women’s dance, so Percival took a seat on the bench back at the table. Gwaine sat there, drinking, and scowling up at the head table. When Percival moved closer to his friend, the smell of strong cider coming from Gwaine’s breath almost knocked Percival over.
“Gwaine, damn, go easy on the cider.”
“Oh, what do you know?” Gwaine cast the head table a dirty look and drained his tankard.
“Why are you glaring at the king? What’s wrong?”
Gwaine’s head swiveled around to look at Percival. “I am not glaring at the king. And besides, you’re the last person who should pass judgment.”
Obviously, Gwaine was going to be a mean drunk tonight. It did not happen often, but when it did, the results were usually awful and Gwaine ended up fist fighting with someone. Percival had no intention of coming to blows with his friend, but still, Gwaine’s words irritated him.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” asked Percival, his words clipped.
“It means, why are you not married