I realise that the classification of "History" is tenuous at best for this fic, but Reesha does love the Arthurian period so very much, so this is for her. I must admit that it was fun making them talk like knights!
508 AD, Camelot
The knights were sitting in their usual spots around the Round Table. King Arthur, Sir Lancelot, Sir Galahad – all the way round to Sir Noah and Sir Kurt.
Nominally, there was no head to the table, with every knight present being of equal ranking. Everyone knew that this was not really the case – the higher the rank of a knight, the nearer he sat to the king, whose seat was directly opposite the huge oak doors.
Sir Noah and Sir Kurt were near the bottom of the ranking, so far from the king that they were nearly opposite him. Every time the knights took their seats, Sir Kurt could see the irritation in Sir Noah's handsome face. The burly knight wanted so much to be higher in the heirachy, to be able to speak and have everyone listen, as they did whenever Sir Gawaine spoke.
Sir Kurt slipped his hand into his lover's beneath the table, and murmured into his ear, confident that no-one would overhear them with all the racket Sir Percival was making, "One step at a time, my love. Each battle you win places you higher in Arthur's regard. You'll get there in time."
A small smile appeared on Sir Noah's face. "Your regard is all I really care about, Kurt. Anyone else's is just fortunate happenstance."