The courtyard that Sir Lancelot took Artie to was the same one where the stone was, and where they had encountered Lady Guinevere before.
Thankfully, there wasn't a maiden throwing her guts up here this time, and instead it seemed that there was a lot of life here. Several of the guards, ladies and maids were on walks in the courtyard. It was clear it was a courting destination, and Artie felt a chuckle swell in her chest.
"Why does this feel a little bit like you are chastising me, Sir Lancelot?" Sir Lancelot gave her a confused look.
"Why would I be doing that?" He asked, and Sir Lamorak cleared his throat. Sir Lancelot went white. "I had no intentions of that, Sire! I was just genuinely concerned about you." He told her, his expression falling. Artie could tell he was sincere, and so she didn't hold back the laughter that was inside of her.
