Her smile bellied her own anger, and Sir Percy turned pale.
"I was just-I just wanted to be useful to you, Sire." He muttered, and Artie sighed.
"I understand that. But next time, think before you speak, would you? You're normally quite good at that. Did something happen recently?" She asked, and Sir Percy sighed.
"Well, we received a letter from the two knights that are away on family matters. They will be returning before your crowning, obviously, but Sir Lavain will be arriving first, and Sir Tirry along with his father and sister shall be arriving closer to the date." Artie felt her eyes widen. Those names were so, so familiar. Wait a second…
She turned her head towards Sir Tristan, who was calmly sipping from his cup. The Lady of Shalott, her favourite tale of a female from King Arthurian legend was going to be arriving soon. If she remembered correctly, Sir Tirry was the older of the two brothers, and Sir Lavain was the younger.
