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.