A/N: Sucky chapter, but it's needed.
Leon took out his list and then looked up at the small group of men in front of him. "Well, everyone's here. That's a good start." He sighed. "I hope you realise we only have four days to rehearse this play before the king's wedding." He noticed one of them had his hand up, "What is it, Gwaine?"
"I've got a couple of questions. Firstly, what's the name of the play exactly?"
"Ah, well I'm very glad you asked me that. The play is a comedy entitled The Cruel Deaths of Pyramus and Thisbe."
"Sounds hilarious." Gwaine muttered, causing some other the others to titter. "Alright, my second question is: why do we have to rehearse it in the middle of the woods... at night?"
"We can't risk the king or his fiancé seeing the play before their wedding, that's why."
"That's stupid."
"Shut up, Gwaine." Leon said looking back at the list, "I will now read out each person's name and what part you'll be given in the play. Gwaine, you'll be playing the main character: Pyramus."
"Is he a villain or a hero?"
"The hero."
"Thought so."
Leon shook his head and continued reading down the list, "Percival, you'll be playing Thisbe."
"Who's that?"
"Our leading lady."
Percival groaned, "Do I have to play the girl? I've got a beard."
Leon looked up at him before looking back down at his list, "No, you haven't."
"I'm growing one."
"No, you're not. Elyan, you're Thisbe's mother. Lancelot, you're Pyramus's father. Tristan, you're the lion. And finally, I'll play Thisbe's father. Alright then, let's start the rehearsal."
