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Terrible News

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He couldn't believe his god damn luck. Really, he couldn't. He knew he had done some questionable things in the past, knew he probably deserved for a terrible thing or two to happen to him in his life but this—this was just cruel. Like the Fates were laughing at him, enjoying his misery. He deserved the odd battle wound, deserved teasings from his friends and fellow knights about this or that, but he could never deserve something like this.

Never.

"Stop being so melodramatic and just tell us already." Percival interjected, cutting Gwaine's self-loathing off as they stood in the armory, preparing for training while Merlin readied Arthur nearby, hovering and quick in his movements and only half-listening to what Gwaine was saying.

"Really." Arthur nodded. "Not even Merlin is this bad most days. Ow, not so tightly, Merlin." Arthur hissed, turning his attention down to his manservant and the unapologetic smile he gave Arthur in response.

Gwaine almost grinned at the pair of them before he turned back to Percival, shook his head and sighed dramatically. He yanked his sword out for a quick inspection before he looked back up at him, a wry, resigned look on his face.

"My sister," He sighed. "Is coming for a visit."

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