[Wynn's next actions would have been enough to draw more than raised eyebrows from anyone who knew him well, but that thought gave him not a moment's pause.
He took a knee, head bent respectfully, and while there's the usual sense of some reverence accompanying the gesture, it does nothing to diminish Wynn's own inherent sense of nobility, and he still speaks as if addressing an equal, not one he considers vastly above him.]
Forgive me, Your Highness, but we had to be certain. [And oops, Wynn had thought he'd broken himself of the habit of using the royal 'we' for himself, but perhaps Arthur wouldn't notice.
He raises his head again to look the other firmly in the eye.] How this is possible, I could not say, but it has been over fifteen-hundred years since the days when Camelot stood, and I saw you last.
[The vast weight of his gaze offers little room for doubt, and there's nothing in the serious, profound depths of his eyes to dispute the claim, or make it appear that he makes some jest.]
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He took a knee, head bent respectfully, and while there's the usual sense of some reverence accompanying the gesture, it does nothing to diminish Wynn's own inherent sense of nobility, and he still speaks as if addressing an equal, not one he considers vastly above him.]
Forgive me, Your Highness, but we had to be certain. [And oops, Wynn had thought he'd broken himself of the habit of using the royal 'we' for himself, but perhaps Arthur wouldn't notice.
He raises his head again to look the other firmly in the eye.] How this is possible, I could not say, but it has been over fifteen-hundred years since the days when Camelot stood, and I saw you last.
[The vast weight of his gaze offers little room for doubt, and there's nothing in the serious, profound depths of his eyes to dispute the claim, or make it appear that he makes some jest.]