What’s he like?” Darcy asked. She sat on the bed next to Guinevere, her legs folded with her elbows resting on her knees. Guinevere gave a short laugh. “Don’t let Lancelot catch you calling him that.” She jokingly raised her finger as a warning. “Only Percy is allowed to.” “Why is that?” Darcy laughed. “No one knows.” Guinevere smiled and tapped her chin in thought. “I don’t really know much about Lancelot. He keeps to himself; looked like a thunder cloud lately.” “Oh?” “Extremely short-tempered. Yesterday, when I brought him something to eat, he nearly threw it back at me.” Darcy frowned at that. “Would that be considered normal?” Darcy asked. “No, not at all. He never acted that way before.” Strange. They remained silent for a few seconds, each seeming to be deep in thought. Darcy wondered why Lancelot would become so angry, but decided that it was none of her business. “What about Merlin?” Guinevere’s head shot up at the name. “What about him? He’s … I don’t know; way too arrogant.” Darcy
What’s he like?” Darcy asked. She sat on the bed next to Guinevere, her legs folded with her elbows resting on her knees. Guinevere gave a short laugh. “Don’t let Lancelot catch you calling him that.” She jokingly raised her finger as a warning. “Only Percy is allowed to.” “Why is that?” Darcy laughed. “No one knows.” Guinevere smiled and tapped her chin in thought. “I don’t really know much about Lancelot. He keeps to himself; looked like a thunder cloud lately.” “Oh?” “Extremely short-tempered. Yesterday, when I brought him something to eat, he nearly threw it back at me.” Darcy frowned at that. “Would that be considered normal?” Darcy asked. “No, not at all. He never acted that way before.” Strange. They remained silent for a few seconds, each seeming to be deep in thought. Darcy wondered why Lancelot would become so angry, but decided that it was none of her business. “What about Merlin?” Guinevere’s head shot up at the name. “What about him? He’s … I don’t know; way too arrogant.” Darcy