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Percival stood in his chambers early in the morning preparing his armour for the upcoming tournament. He was excited. Being such a new addition to the knights of Camelot he still felt a thrill each time he stepped into the arena.
He was a strong competitor. The broadsword events he tended to exceed in. Percival was the strongest of all the Knights, years of heavy lifting on his parent's farm as a young boy he had developed muscles beyond his years and continued build them from all his years training, preparing to fight Cenred's army.
This tournament he wanted to step out on the field and impress the court of Westeros who were going to attend he mostly wanted to impress Blanchfleur.
He had grown fond of the timid maid since she had first turned his head while scrubbing his chamber floor. He still hadn't managed to take her for the breakfast he had promised her all those weeks ago. Arthur had been keeping his busy with all the additional training as being part of the Queen's guard.
But today would be the day.
He was going to take her for the long-promised breakfast. All the knights finally had a morning free to themselves and this was how he was going to spend his. He had already arranged for a breakfast hamper for two to be sent to the kitchens to be sent to him for just after the sun rose.
A small boy appeared at the door holding the hamper. Percival dropped his armour, thanked they boy and gave him a few coins for his troubles.
Percival carried the basket with ease and went in search of Blachfleur.
He found the maid attending to some ragged old curtains with a needle and thread. She looked up from her work surprised to se him standing before her. "Hello Sir Knight, is there anything I can help you with?" She asked, not expecting this to be a social visit from him.
"I promised you a breakfast and a breakfast is what you shall have my lady." He said confidently compared to his normally shy demeanour.
Her eyes widened. "I am not a Lady, Sir Knight!" She exclaimed loudly. "I have work to do around the castle, I have no time to be missing my duties and be galivanting off with you. Now if you will excuse me."
"But…" he tried to spurt out before she shushed him and pointed her arm towards the exit of the small room.
Percival left with such haste embarrassed and humiliated by his sudden rejection that he failed to notice the figure hovering in the doorway.
Merlin was passing by when he had spotted the knight searching the servant's area of the castle and decided to follow him. He didn't mean to be nosey. But that was Merlin, he had a keen eye for things that seemed out of place. After hearing Blachfleur's outburst though he knew something was wrong.
He knew only one person who sympathised with servants the same way Arthur did and could potentially address the matter with Blachfleur delicately.
The Queen.
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