Most days at Camelot are filled with endless washing, polishing, and picking up after His Spoilt Highness. Quite boring, really. Not to mention disgusting.
Have you ever smelled Arthur's socks?
Other days, however, are pretty eventful. It's not often you get to slap a prince, poison a witch, poke fun at Uther, and release a dragon all in the space of several hours, after all.
Not that any of these events are things that I'm overly proud of.
Except maybe the slapping the prince thing. That was a brief, yet shining moment.
Crack!
Ahhh.
It was beautiful, it really was.