Arthur has fallen asleep in his office

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Arthur lay head down in a book that sat on his desk with his arms hanging to his side, snoring the day away. He had begun writing down things about his new Knight squads but around midnight couldn't be bothered to write anymore as he passed out. Luckily he had left his door open so someone could wake him up if needed.

"And we Knights always at your side Arthur" Galahad was about to go before he remembered something "I had almost forgotten them" Galahad walked over to the door and pulled a giant bag even compared to him in in front of Arthur's desk "This weeks love letters and of them are to you Lord Arthur" Galahad could help but smile a little as he looked at Arthur

Arthur blinked. "That is impossible." He said getting up and walking around the huge bag. "How did I not see this when you first came in? How is it I recieved this many. Surely your muscles netted you a bag of love letters? Surely Kamaris blonde hair and blue eyes made the ladies wild? and Tess should have the biggest bag of us all!" He said confused but proud that his Knights and he were well known, he thought they must be letters thanking them for their deeds. It was refreshing to know they were wanted.

"It was outside the door and you got the biggest this week me and Le Fay got a few and Lady Tessalyn got some but nothing like yours" Galahad smiled at how Arthur looked he looked somewhat pleased "But good luck I will go meet Le Fay" Galahad stood in the door and looked at Arthur "Maybe you should start making Rune Knights you have more admirers than any of us my Lord" Galahad smiled to Arthur before he left with a small laugh

"I plan to someday" Arthur said under his breath, cracking open a letter. He was glad Galahad had come in, they were old friends and it was good to see he was doing well. He snapped his fingers and handed his note for Karamis to a runner who promptly tied it to a bird that flew off to meet Kamaris on route, re routing him to the forest where Galahad would await. He read a long list of the letters before he again, slump over his desk waiting for someone to wake him up once more.