(Majorly Important Author's Note: since I began this story, I knew the writing was going to be
bad. I was – and still am – very new to the field of writing. I plan to do an entire rewrite once I get my
other story, Broadway World, finished. So don't remind me about how bad this is and how everyone –
mainly Herbert – is OOC. I'm more than aware. Until this story becomes something people actually
can read without cringing, please bear with me.)
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"Herbert, may I have a moment?" asked Lancelot as he led his husband away from the crowd to the castle wall, looking down over the lake.
Herbert hoisted himself onto the ledge, a bit stiffly as he was wearing a brand new outfit sent to him as a wedding gift from his cousin in Saxony (and surprisingly, was also made for someone with less body fat than him as well.
The outfit consisted of a skintight, sleeve less pearly-white shirt with a diamond studded collar, and tight black pants.
Herbert was also wearing his blond hair down.
"You look wonderful" smiled Lancelot, and Herbert could only nod and manage a small smile back.
"Herb, this has been nagging me for a little while, and I guess I just need to speak my mind." Lance began, "We've been married for six months now and I've noticed you've been looking a bit lonely whenever I'm away. I also know you've been thinking about starting a family, but you don't quite know how. Well, I know someone who might be able to help us get started. How does that sound?"
"Lance, I can't breathe." gasped Herbert as everything went black.
Lancelot, failing to notice what was happening, nodded. "I know how you feel, darling. This makes me a little uncomfortable as well."
"But," Lancelot stopped as he turned and noticed his husband wasn't next to him.
"Herbert? Where did you go?" he called, but that was when he heard the loud splash below him.
Looking down, he could see a large white spot in the water.
"HERBERT!" he screamed, pulling his sword off his belt and his robe off himself, preparing to dive in.
"Lancelot," yelled Galahad, grabbing his arm and pulling him back, "the rocks. It's a miracle Herbert missed them."
Robin and his female guest, who was wearing an evergreen colored cloak, ran to the wall along with the rest of the crowd.
"Will you be saving him then?" the guest asked.
"Me? I can't swim!" Robin exclaimed.
The guest scoffed.
"And you call yourself a Knight of the Round Table." she said, pulling off her cloak to show a light green outfit that looked almost like the ones the waitresses at Camelot wore, along with a belt, a leather satchel she wore around her shoulder and a scabbard.
"Whatever you do, do NOT lose these!" she ordered as she shoved them into his arms and dove into the lake.