Arthur stood by the lake, sword in hand. Despite his common weapon and attire, the way he held his sword emitted an intimidating aura.
She looked at her own reflection, the shimmering water distorted the swaying trees and weeds, and the King of Ingris was surveying herself.
"George."
The Pure White Knight stood behind King Arthur, maintaining the distance between a subject and monarch:
"My King, Gavin, Lancelot, and Mordred have arrived. There is no news from the others."
King Arthur turned around, using the long sword in his hand as a crutch:
"There's no news from Bedwell?"
George bowed his head:
"I heard nothing."
King Arthur nodded slightly:
"What about Merlin?"
George answered:
"He has not shown up either."
King Arthur turned his gaze to his subject:
"I understand, do you reckon...
"...They would welcome me if I showed up?"
George paused a moment:
"I do not know."
King Arthur propped herself on her sword, raising her right hand:
