Disclaimer Statement: Disclaimed.
Life, Artie decided, was a cruel and unnecessary joke. Sure, he was king. Sure he had everyone tending to his every need. But in retrospect, he tended to everyone's needs. Everyone.
"Sire, the village-"
"Sure, Lady-"
"Sire, the cook-"
"Sire, your-"
"Reinforcements are need-"
"-immediately. The rebels-"
His tutors were horrid.
"Sire, what necessary action should be taken if-"
"Sire, you greet the ladies-"
"Far Far Away began as-"
Not to mention the constant barrage of knights who want tournaments to increase their glory.
"Sire, the knights are-"
"We need a tournament to raise their morale-"
"We need to display-"
"How else are we to practice our skills-"
And the marriage proposals.
"Sire, the princess of-"
"Sire, if you rescue-"
"-From the giant of-"
Not to mention the quests.
"The ogre-"
"-in need of slaying-"
"-Terrorizing the villages-"
Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he interrupted them all. Enough was enough, you see. "Sir Lance and his men will accompany the Duke of Chutney to his place and stop the fighting there. Sir Percival will aid the lady of Swan Lake. The cook may have more helpers. There will be no more tournaments until the fighting has stopped. Please inform the ladies that I am not looking for a wife as of yet. As for the slaying of beasties, I have found that most of the accounts have been false. there were no such attacks and the claims were to improve the likelihood of tourism."
"You send me to fight? Are you not planning for me to die there?"
"Sir Lance, you claim to be the beast fighter. I believe you have the best qualification in defeating the invaders. That is, unless you are afraid, I can send another in your place."
As can be seen, lance and Arthur never did learn to get along.
As Lance and his men strode from the room, everyone started to pester Arthur once more.
"I think enough is enough."
Review. Please?