King Arthur Pendragon

Ragnelle has brought home a stray.

Rather, Ragnelle has brought home a very small (once and) future king. He currently sits at the kitchen table at the Orkney cottage, elbows up and little legs dangling.

"What shall we eat?" he asks idly, taking in everything there is to take in.

Typist: ...pretend this happened a while ago. Yeah. Any residents and/or guests of the Orkney cottage are welcome. :D

*Somewhere on the grounds, not too far from the Mansion, not too far from the lake, where there's plenty of sun but few trees, where there's a stretch of cut grass and little else-- this is where King Arthur is. He's dressed in work clothes, well-made but plain, and kneeling in the dirt, spade in hand.

Beside him sit several rose bushes, ready for planting, and a good supply of peat moss.So far, he has dug a few small holes, just deep enough for his purposes; he's intending to arrange the bushes along a path to the Mansion, alternating pink and white. He's planting roses, and it's a quiet business for a quiet Sunday afternoon, after a Sunday morning spent in prayer. Interruptions are always welcome, as is help.*

This...

...is certainly unexpected.

*may or may be wearing Gwen's clothes, though you're not to comment on it if he is, for he found his former garb a bit ill-fitting in some rather awkward places*

Yet it has no bearing upon anything at all; I am still the King of England.