Arthur Pendragon woke to birdsong.
This, granted, was a much more peaceful awakening to the daily taunt delivered by his manservant. However it was unusual, and Arthur sat up quickly, frowning, blinking the sleep out of his eyes like a mole.
He looked around his room. No one had been in; his dirty clothes were scattered across the floor, there was no breakfast waiting for him and the curtains were drawn.
Arthur flung off this blanket and swung his legs out of bed. Slowly, sleepily, he made his way over to the window and drew back the heavy drapes. He looked down into the coart yard. His eyes widened.
"Shit!"
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In The Hearts Of Men
FanfictionIt's mystery and murder once more in Camelot, and this time Arthur isn't going to let anyone stand in his way to discovering the truth... no matter the cost. *completed* Cover art by me
