Arthur looked around the table in the tavern. ''Why the hell is my entire round table in this club?''
''Because we decided to define 'exist' as 'serving the king of Camelot','' Merlin answered. ''Turns out we're all still here mostly because someone died. Well, except Leon, but he's an honorary member. He volunteered to be the moderator.''
''Gwen?!'' Arthur spluttered.
She swept in with Rey and sat at his side. ''We agreed that your dad having my dad executed was the starting point of our relationship.''
''I'm here on probability,'' said Rey.
''We don't know who she's related to,'' said Kylo in a stage whisper. He then yelped as a solid shoe made contact with his shin. Rey smiled sweetly at him.
''So, let's get on with this first meeting of the Dead Parents Club!'' said Gwaine, lifting his tankard in a toast.