Who: Arthur Pendragon & Guinevere (others can join!) When: Tuesday Evening Where: NYE Ball! All the pretties What: Arthur and Gwen have come to the ball to enjoy themselves. Arthur's on the warpath instead of romance. Because he's a dollop-head. Rating: Grumpy King!
Arthur had attended many events in Camelot's halls; gatherings to celebrate victories, visits from neighbouring royals, various rites of passage and even the turning of the seasons. Storybrooke did not have the same, familiar halls, or the bright reds and golds of the Pendragon heraldry – but it was nice all the same, a reason to gather with friends and also to dress finely. And fine dresses there where, Arthur had no ability to hide at all how Guinevere took his breath away with her fine dress, his smile no doubt terribly lovesick. He warmly assured her how beautiful she looked, and after a moment alone they went to find the others, the familiar faces amongst all those attending.
The light, celebratory mood, unfortunately had not stuck. At least not for Arthur. Morgana had brought a partner and she walked perched on his arm. A man Arthur had not </i>met</i>, thus one he was immediately suspicious of. Was it not good manner to do so, before escorting a young lady? To meet her family? Arthur felt his duty, at once was quite set, he would make certain to keep an eye out for Morgana, and ensure this Loki, whoever he was would not have the opportunity to charm his sister. He seemed like the charming sort Arthur could only assume, which meant he was entirely untrustworthy. Arthur himself, being an exception to such a rule.
“Did- they just go outside?” Arthur muttered almost incredulously to his left with a scowl and without properly glancing Guinevere but thinking her close by, his light gaze was instead set on Morgana as she was escorted by Loki to take some air. He probably ought to keep an eye on them out there, shouldn't he?