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tamingthemuseTitle: Scullion
Fandom: Arthurian legends
Prompt: Prompt 452 - Scullion
Warnings: Too tired to write...
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The Arthurian legends are in the public domain. I make no reference to any copyrighted work. So all is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: "But a kitchen! You'll be but a scullion."
It was a late Spring afternoon. The tides had turned but the warm and gentle weather of Summer still felt months away, almost unattainable. Clarissant was lying on Gareth's bed looking out of the window. The breeze outside was bending the grass down, making it look like it wanted to roll into the sea. Her brother had announced a few months ago his intention to join their uncle's court at Camelot in the coming Summer. It had seemed far away then but now that the a new season had begun Clarissant felt like there really wasn't much time before he would follow on their brothers footsteps. She was proud of him for having stayed that long and she knew he needed to go but she wanted him to be a knight, to arrive in Camelot in shining armour not as a scullion.
"I don't see why you have to work in the kitchen though," she argued with her brother for the hundredth time.
"We've gone over this Claire," Gareth replied calmly as he neatly folded a shirt.
"But a kitchen! You'll be but a scullion." She sprang upright, sitting on the mattress and looking at the back of Gareth. "You could be a squire if you want the dirty work so badly."
Gareth turned to face his sister, shirt still in hand. "I don't want to be a squire. It would almost be like being a knight already."
"And isn't that what you want?"
"Yes but on my own merit. I don't want to be a knight because I'm King Arthur nephew." The shirt in his hand unfolded as he uttered that last sentence.
"But you're good."
"Thanks," Gareth acknowledged as he folded the shirt once more. "But I want other people to judge me on my skills alone." He placed it on the wooden chest and went to sit next to his sister. "I know you don't approve of my choice and never would Mother if she knew, but this is my decision to make."
Clarissant opened her mouth to protest but he raised a hand to stop her before she could voice it.
"Our uncle has said that anyone can become a knight and join the Round Table. I am going to prove this by becoming a nobody and what better way to become invisible than by taking on the role of a kitchen boy."
"You do realise you're going to have to do the work of a kitchen boy, not just pretend being one," Clarissant pointed out teasingly.
Gareth smiled and tackled his sister on the bed.
"Do you mean I'm incapable of such work," he asked pretended to be offended.
"Well," Clarissant started as she heaved her brother away from her. "For a start your hands are too smooth."
"They'll roughen up."
Clarissant laughed. "You have an answer to everything don't you?"
"Not quite."
"Oh really."
"I don't know where the Grail is." He stuck his tongue out to her and ran out of his room, closely followed by his sister.
Fandom: Arthurian legends
Prompt: Prompt 452 - Scullion
Warnings: Too tired to write...
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The Arthurian legends are in the public domain. I make no reference to any copyrighted work. So all is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: "But a kitchen! You'll be but a scullion."
It was a late Spring afternoon. The tides had turned but the warm and gentle weather of Summer still felt months away, almost unattainable. Clarissant was lying on Gareth's bed looking out of the window. The breeze outside was bending the grass down, making it look like it wanted to roll into the sea. Her brother had announced a few months ago his intention to join their uncle's court at Camelot in the coming Summer. It had seemed far away then but now that the a new season had begun Clarissant felt like there really wasn't much time before he would follow on their brothers footsteps. She was proud of him for having stayed that long and she knew he needed to go but she wanted him to be a knight, to arrive in Camelot in shining armour not as a scullion.
"I don't see why you have to work in the kitchen though," she argued with her brother for the hundredth time.
"We've gone over this Claire," Gareth replied calmly as he neatly folded a shirt.
"But a kitchen! You'll be but a scullion." She sprang upright, sitting on the mattress and looking at the back of Gareth. "You could be a squire if you want the dirty work so badly."
Gareth turned to face his sister, shirt still in hand. "I don't want to be a squire. It would almost be like being a knight already."
"And isn't that what you want?"
"Yes but on my own merit. I don't want to be a knight because I'm King Arthur nephew." The shirt in his hand unfolded as he uttered that last sentence.
"But you're good."
"Thanks," Gareth acknowledged as he folded the shirt once more. "But I want other people to judge me on my skills alone." He placed it on the wooden chest and went to sit next to his sister. "I know you don't approve of my choice and never would Mother if she knew, but this is my decision to make."
Clarissant opened her mouth to protest but he raised a hand to stop her before she could voice it.
"Our uncle has said that anyone can become a knight and join the Round Table. I am going to prove this by becoming a nobody and what better way to become invisible than by taking on the role of a kitchen boy."
"You do realise you're going to have to do the work of a kitchen boy, not just pretend being one," Clarissant pointed out teasingly.
Gareth smiled and tackled his sister on the bed.
"Do you mean I'm incapable of such work," he asked pretended to be offended.
"Well," Clarissant started as she heaved her brother away from her. "For a start your hands are too smooth."
"They'll roughen up."
Clarissant laughed. "You have an answer to everything don't you?"
"Not quite."
"Oh really."
"I don't know where the Grail is." He stuck his tongue out to her and ran out of his room, closely followed by his sister.
