I've come to the somewhat disturbing conclusion that Arthur Pendragon may have a few anger issues. Not that I'm an expert or anything, but the evidence speaks for itself.
Ransacked. That is the only word I can think of to describe the state of his chambers when I opened the curtains this morning. It was obviously the work of a madman.
And when I made a small comment – trifling really – about how he was clearly grumpy from lack of food... well, the prince went absolutely bonkers.
It was only my stallion-like speed that saved me.
Fleet of foot, that's me.