Interlude
Camelot, sometime in the future
It was a beautiful day in Albion, the sun was shining and all was quiet. Since their King, his advisor Merlin and some of his men had left the city there had been no incidences, hostile or otherwise. The people were going about their lives, knowing that they were well protected by their knights and by the countless magical shields surrounding everything.
But there was one thing it couldn't save them from, as Sir Elyan had discovered recently. It was terrifying. It was never ending. It was…paperwork.
At first, when Arthur had asked Elyan if he would be willing to temporarily 'take over' the delegation of 'duties and stuff', as Arthur had phrased it, he'd been thrilled. He'd been absolutely sure that Lancelot would get that job, so it was even more of an honour to be appointed as Arthur's representative. What he didn't know was that the other knight had politely declined that part of the job. Sir Lancelot had been smart enough to only accept the interesting duties, but who would have thought that this would be so boring?
Reading reports, writing report, dealing with state matters…oh not the exciting bits, noo he had to settle petty arguments and read mile-long letters from all kinds of guilds. And every time he thought he'd finally finished, another pile would magically appear. It was a vicious circle…
Most of these days one could find Elyan buried behind a ridiculous pile of parchments and half that time he was sound asleep. What could he say? There was no better sleeping 'draught' than this.
A little apology for my long absence +I still won't have time to write till the beginning of February. Until then and sorry!