Yes, it was Amhar's birthday...his long awaited for sixth birthday.

Complete with a tournament and a celebratory feast.

Merlin outdid himself, of course.

The knights outdid themselves...

Everyone outdid themselves really!

I think Morgana enjoyed herself, I know her wards' did, lovely girls, Carys and Tarrwyn.

I'm not entirely sure how the other members of the magic community who came with Morgana made of it all. They were in the stands, but I wasn't really able to focus on them much. Quite a lot of bouts seeing as I made it to the final and won of course!

But yes, a wonderful day and one sure to live on in Amhar's memory.

And Guinevere is waiting for me...so...off I go.

Arthur had been thoroughly hurt by Guinevere's comments about his pratiness.

But he had to admit he'd been very pouty and had probably let it go on too long. His Queen hadn't kicked him out of their bedchamber, but she had been asleep (or pretending to be) when he finally came up for bed and he'd made sure to take up the least amount of space in their bed as possible.

Then when he woke this morning Guinevere had all ready been up.

The rest of the day had been a blur of meetings (there was Morgana to discuss and the birthday tournament and Arthur's meeting with Trefor and Seren) and Arthur hadn't seen her all day.

And now he was lonely, all by himself in the Round Table Room.

He traces the words on Guinevere place at the table and womders if he should seek her out and apologise...because he must have been a prat somehow.

So strange book, we meet again.

Merlin informed me he found you lurking in the library once again, ready to be used. And I suppose I could use the multiverse's assistance. Not that I thought reconcilling with the magical people of Camelot and beyond would be easier.

But I thought after six years we would be futher than this.

So, journal, take me to that strange place...I'm King now, so you really need to do as I order.