voice testing, be rough

[besotted]

Stop it.

Whatever it is you're doing, or planning on doing, I demand you stop at once and return me home. You must know who I am, and by association my father. But I don't think you know just what he - or, aha, my love -.... Oh, yes, I don't think you know just what they might do to you if they found out you were manhandling me in such a crude manner -

[ something inaudible goes here; something that sounds a great deal like mwah wah wah wah wah wah ]

...munhandling? That isn't even a word -!

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[king]

It is not! You'd be lucky to have me, you ungrateful—

[ Wait shit no. Teeth-gritted: ]

Sweetheart.

[servant]

Well, you are starting to sway me with the love poetry I was just telling Lady Vivian about.

Perhaps you should try to woo me with some right now. To prove to her that you're sincere.

[Yeah, he might do a week in the stocks for this. And it'll be totally worth it.]

[king]

I'm afraid my verses aren't really suited for public recital, Merlin.

[servant]

What happened to 'Sweetheart'?

[king]

What happened to [ high-pitched ] oh nooo it might conflict with your one true love, you incredible girl's petticoat.

[servant]

I do not sound like that!

[Okay, well maybe just a little right there.]

And may the gods help any man or woman who really does fall for a toad-faced cabbage head like you!

[Sorry Viv. And Gwen.]

[King Alined.]

[king]

What's that, Merlin? You'd really like to clean the stables every day for the rest of the week? Well, how can I say no to the man I love.

[servant]

[Arthur Pendragon, you're despicable. And Merlin would tell you so!]

[But one week of mucking out your stables is enough, thanks.]

When do I get my chicken. [Muttered. Hold the destiny, he's got plenty of that.]