Arthur was busy practicing as the I'm had wandered onto the fields, watching curiously. The boy had great form, he couldn't deny it, but his motions were off, made bulky by the armor he wore. Shaking his head, he crossed his arms.
"I see you're getting in enough practice, no?" Tyrion called out as Arthur swung his sword at his opponent, knocking him to the ground. Arthur grinned, glad that his opponent had finally showed up. His arm was getting tired form practice and he really wanted to get started.
"I see you finally arrived!" Arthur said cheerfully, "now we can start!"
"Actually," Tyrion said, clasping his hands behind his cam, holding his head high, "we can't." Arthur let his arms fall idly to his sides, cocking his head like a confused puppy.
"What do you mean? Honor bestows upon you the chance to show your worth!" Arthur exclaimed. Tyrion nodded.
"Wise words, but honor also bestows upon me something else," Tyrion answered, "for violence is now way to show ones self-worth."
"But it is custom to accept a challenge, no matter what," the prince scoffed.
"That may be so here, but back home, it is offered in multiple ways, Sire," Tyrion explained, walking over to a bench, Once he hopped up, he patted the seat next to him, "Come and sit. I shall explain."
Rolling his eyes, Arthur ambled over, much to the dismay of his friends, who had gathered for the occasion. I may as we humor him, Arthur thought as he sat down with a sigh, for he is a guest in my home.
"So what are the other ways to show ones honor?" Arthur asked, a joking smile playing on his lips. Tyrion gave him a cold look.
"I would advise you not to joke about honor, young man," Tyrion said, "for I see a lot of it in you, where my nephew has none." Arthur raised an eyebrow in confusion- what exactly did he mean by that? ANd who was his nephew? Arthur shrugged his shoulder, letting the tip of his sword sink into the fresh soil of the earth. The imp's legs barely hung over the side of the it, a good few feet off the ground.
"So who is this nephew you speak of, Tyrion?" Arthur asked.
"That is Lord Tyrion to you, Prince Arthur," Tyrion corrected him, making the prince go red with embarrassment, of fit was the third time that day he was corrected when using a title. Arthur nodded.
"I apologize, Lord Tyrion, do continue," Arthur said with his head bowed slightly.
"My nephew is Jeoffry Baratheon-Lannister," Tyrion began, "I assume you have heard of him, no?" Arthur scowled, shaking his head.
"If camelot has no idea where Westeros is, then i can assure you that we do not know who Jeoffry Baratheon-Lannister is," Arthur said.
"Alright then," Tyrion sighed, shaken his head, the wind playing with his golden curls as it blew past the two of them, "Jeoffrey is- as you already know- my nephew. Son of my sister, Queen Sersi Lannister, he is about thirteen years of age."
"Alright," Arthur said, "and what does this have to do with me or honor?"
"My sister loves Jeoffry very much, that is evident," Tyrion went on, "and I can tell your father ives you and the Lady Morgana as much as she does Jeoffrey. But I notice there is a difference in the way you and Jeoffry act when surrounded by others or int eh vicinity of your own castles."
"I'm sorry, I feel I don't understand where this is going," Arthur said. He had really wanted to duel, and to have put his servants through so much trouble only to end up sitting and having a chat was just making him feel guilty as each second passed.
"Where Jeoffry is spoiled, you are generous," Tyrion said, "My sister spoils Jeoffry and it is evident- he throws tantrums like a toddler if he doesn't like the flowers that are put out for decoration, or if he doesn't like what was set out for dinner." Arthur laughed.
"That sounds terrible, I do feel sorry for you," Arthur laughed lightheartedly, hoping he didn't offend the man, since it was his family they were talking about. Tyrion let out a chuckle, nodding his head.
"It is terrible, trust me," Tyrion agreed, "but where he is spoiled, you are kind. I saw the way you spoke with Knight Gwaine- firm, yet friendly."
"Well, shouldn't you treat people with respect, no matter what rank they are socially?" Arthur implied.
"My nephew doesn't understand that," Tyrion said, "he doesn't want to hear it if it doesn't have any benefit towards him." Arthur nodded.
"And Arthur," Tyrion went on, "the fact that you were willing to help the Khaleesi is something astounding indeed. I feel that is a trait every king needs now and then." Arthur scoffed- if only his father were here to listen to such high praise!
"You should tell my father that," Arthur said, "he thinks I am too soft to rule a kingdom."
"Your father…" Tyrion said, trailing off, "I feel like something happened to him in the past." Arthur nodded.
"My mother, the Queen, was killed by a witch ten years ago," Arthur said with a sigh, "I didn't really know her very well, so it didn't affect me much. After burning the witch, he killed all the dragons except one, chaining ti below the castle to serve as an example."
"An example of what?" Tyrion urged him to continue. If it was bad, then he needed to find the Khaleesi and quick.
"An example as to what happens to those who use or support magic users," Arthur said.
"And why would he still do that after ten years?"
"He doesn't trust them," Arthur said, "he doesn't want to lose any of his family members. I myself was victim of a with or wizard attack a few times, but I was always saved by those who were accused of using sorcery." There was a few minutes of awkward silence, followed by the whistle of the wind, tweeting of bird flying overhead.
"His fear is what is stopping him." Tyrion said finally, "if he doesn't forget the past, he won't be able to see what is in front of him."