"What…"
I froze, my eyes huge. Oh, dear.
"…Are…"
Was he really speaking slower than usual or was that just my mind playing tricks in its swelling panic?
"…You…"
Petrified and stupid, I blushed to the top of my forehead and shifted my weight, mouth slightly open. There was only one way this sentence could end; only one way… Oh, darn. Oh, blast.
"…Doing…?"
I coughed a little, awkwardly, and tried to smile. "Good question," I mumbled. What was the answer? I had a feeling it was one of those questions where you aren't expected to answer... Just to run.
He glared at me through red-rimmed eyes and opened his mouth.
Ah, I knew the answer now.
"No, no, I got it… I know my way to the stocks…" And I turned, dropping the scissors and the (empty) water pail, along with the coarse cloth I borrowed from Gwen, and walked away.
A golden-haired prince is laughing somewhere, I thought as I walked dejectedly from the simmering, soaking King Uther, wrapped up in Arthur's room with now uneven hair. I was never trying to play a prank on Arthur again...
And I deeply regretted my decision not to put just water in that pail.
A/N: Review, or trust me, I'll find a way to blame it on Arthur! I always do!
Yeah, I know everyone's really confused. So this wasn't my best writing. Just make up your own scenario; that's what I wanted you to do. And sorry if it doesn't live up to your expectations.