"Oh come on Arthur, can't you at least look a little bit grateful? Everybody else is enjoying themselves, even your father.
" Morgana took her seat next to Arthur, glaring every so often at the abhorrent noble women gathered near the entrance to the Great Hall.
Giggling and eyeing up Arthur as they whispered to each other, "Attention seeking little harlots", Morgana hissed menacingly.
Arthur huffed and took a gulp of wine, "I'd watch my mouth if I were you, Morgana. I can't imagine what father would do if he heard half the things you say.
You're lucky I don't do anything about it."
"You wouldn't dare.
" Morgana threw Arthur her famous smirk and leaned closer, "Now why don't you cheer up?
It's your birthday feast! Nobles from all over are celebrating in your honour! I don't think you realise how many expensive gifts you have received.
Oh, and by the way, I've taken the liberty of safely storing those beautiful wrist cuffs. I know you wouldn't mind."
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