Never an excuse to stop working

*Unlike the usual day, Arthur was not in the kitchen, nor was he in the courtyard or even his bedroom. Arthur had long been cured of Nagaism thank heavens and had now returned home. You were about to leave the castle grounds until you heard singing*

for every high there is a low, for every two there is a fro

*you follow it into an open shelter which is littered with broken weapons and armour and in the middle of it was Arthur who appeared to be fixing a bow whilst happily singing to himself, you knock on the side of the post to get his attention. He turned on the spot revealing his right arm which was in cast and his left leg that was bandaged,  he had a series of bruises decorated on him. Regardless he brightly smiled at you* hello there

((Based after these roleplays

Part 1 comments.deviantart.com/1/4466…

Part 2 comments.deviantart.com/4/2961…

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