Artie nodded at Sir Percy's words, while the other knights stared at him. Sir Lancelot sighed.
"I agree with that statement, Sir Percy. It would not do well if the common folk were afraid of our new king. Since you've brought it up, I believe you have some suggestions?" Percy paused in his moments, his hand midway through stealing a bite of Artie's food. He shoved it into his mouth and chewed rapidly before responding.
"Well, I do have something in mind. If I may, Sire?" He asked Artie, who rolled her eyes. The man was already stealing her food and using her shoulder to help himself sit down, there wasn't much she could prevent at this point.
"Why are you now asking permission to speak? You've already stolen some of my food, Sir Percy. Do you think I would punish you for speaking?" She asked and Sir Percy grinned at her.
"That was because we are best friends, but creating your backstory is a different matter." She snorted.
