Differences And Similarities Between King Arthur And Fleur

It was the final morning of Percival's pity party, and he had spent the previous days blind-drunk, sick, and often, tearful. The tears bothered him the most, because what kind of Knight of Camelot wept like a baby? No other man carried on so over being jilted. Most would probably roam the streets within the hour and find a wench to take to bed to help him forget. But when Percival so much as thought about touching another woman, his skin crawled. What he and Fleur had, their bond, had been special and would never be replicated with another.

Maybe Percival should don a frilly pink dress at court in front of all and confess his weakness, that he was not man enough to endure heartbreak and soldier on. Then again, King Arthur had been quite torn
However, it was not an invader; it was just Gwaine. He kicked the door open so hard the bolt ripped off the doorjamb and splinters flew. It was not all that odd that Gwaine elected to enter in such a dramatic way, but the fact little Lila stormed in, her fair hair wavy and wild, her hands on her hips, surprised Percival. She marched up to the bed and shook her fist at Percival.

"You find Fleur now!" insisted the angry little toddler. "No more bedtime and being…" She looked over her shoulder to Gwaine for help.

"Stupid," mouthed Gwaine.

Lila faced Percival again. "No be stooopid, Sir Purple," she said with a fierce look, then wrinkled her nose. "And you stink. You take a bath!"

Percival pulled the covers over his bare chest. "Gwaine, is this necessary?"

Gwaine shrugged from the doorway. "I figured you wouldn't listen to me, so I brought reinforcements."

"Lila…" Percival pulled on his tunic and sat up. "Fleur doesn't –"

"No!" Lila interrupted, shaking her fist again. "You go now and don't be stooopid and…"

"Pitiful," added Gwaine. He approached the bed and took Lila's hand. "Come on, fierce little Lila. Let's bring you back to the nursery. Thank you for your help."

Once Gwaine was out in the corridor with the child, he called out, "I'll be back for you soon, Percival, so be
But before he spit out a single word, Gwaine pulled back his fist and punched Percival in the jaw. Percival's head snapped back and his teeth clacked together. The blow was unexpected, so Percival lost his footing and hit the ground. Stars crossed his vision and he pressed his palm to his throbbing jaw.

"Gwaine!" Percival scrambled to his feet and grabbed his best friend by the front of his tunic. "Have you gone mad?"

"No, but you have! You cannot lie here like a sheltered princess, whining and sobbing, doing nothing because your betrothed left you. That's ridiculous and not the Percival I know. You need to pull yourself together, go after Fleur and –"

Percival slapped a hand over Gwaine's mouth. "That was what I planned to do until you punched me in the face."

"Oh," Gwaine mumbled through Percival's fingers. Percival dropped his hand. "You were just sitting there and I figured you'd given up. I thought you needed a little shove in the right direction. A shock, perhaps, to make you see reason."

"I saw reason just fine. I was merely gathering my thoughts before I bathed and dressed."

"Right. You should bathe, definitely, because you smell terrible. And clean your teeth. Your breath smells like a mule's backend."

Percival took a step back and crossed his arms over his chest. "Thank you for the lovely advice. And did you enjoy that