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𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀 & 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 @ladiesandwitches

Fish let out a little chuckle, shaking her head in amusement. Sabrina was certainly an opinionated girl, but then again she supposed she was too.

But Sabrina also didn't know what she was talking about. While she was right that it was all very unfair, she judged a world she knew nothing about. She was a witch, and Fish was an exorcist.

Still, she didn't have the heart to flat-out refuse the girl's help. First of all, it seemed rude to say no, when Sabrina was being so nice. And Fish was not one to ignore an opportunity for an exciting adventure.

"Okay, why not," she said after a short silence, "but where would we even start? I mean, my dad has a lot of books on demonology, and he's never heard of a binding like that."

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Sabrina replied. “Why should any one body of people get to decide that sort of thing, to tell us, any of us, how to live our lives?” This wasn’t people deciding that murder was bad or that you shouldn’t steal, this was a small group of privileged, elite people determining that everyone should live their lives in the way they wanted them. It was actually the one thing the Christian church and the Churches of Darkness had in common.

“I mean if your Dad and the demon are, you know, mutually consenting, then what’s the problem?” She gave a shrug to emphasise the point. “Their body, their choice.”

Sabrina mused on all this, wondering what could be done. It just wasn’t fair that Fish felt trapped, that her whole family did, because the Vatican could just decide to basically kill her father if they felt they wanted to.

“Let me help you,” she told her. “Maybe I can find a way for your father and the demon to bind or protect themselves, so that the Vatican can’t touch them.”

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𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋​ & 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 @uselessdevice​​

Fish had almost lost herself in the image of Camniel as a soldier, wondering what sort of armors angels wore, and what colors were his wings, and if he had a halo just like in the paintings... When she finally realized how terribly  inappropriate this little fantasy was. An abrupt flush covered her cheeks as she coughed to give herself some countenance.

"Well, I'm happy they decided to send you to Earth," she replied with a little smile before stuttering "because, I mean, you do a lot of good here, and..."

What was she even saying? Fuck. Oh, and now cursing, great.

"I'm glad I met you."

That was alright to say, right? Yes. Of course yes! They were friends! They had been friends for months now!

What was wrong with her today!

"I'm sorry you miss your siblings," she said, eager to drift away from her strange thoughts, "can they sometimes come to Earth to visit you?"

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Moodboard Prompts - Our Muses Relationship

Arthur and Fish

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𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐋 & 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 @omniishambles

It wouldn't make things better, but it would make her feel better. He deserved to die, and it frustrated her that her father didn't see it. She didn't understand why he loved him so much, why he would sacrifice so much for a man like him.

Yes, Fish wanted to kill Will Graham.

One could have argued that this was the problem, with teaching a young girl to kill. It became an appropriate response to all sorts of situations. And after all, didn't her father kill quite liberally? Hadn't he killed her sister?

But despite her youth, she also knew that this wasn't about fixing anything. This was about revenge. She wanted retribution. How annoying, that even when she was mad at him, her father still knew her so well!

"It wouldn't bring her back," reluctantly admitted Fish. She looked at the table, eyebrows knitted together. "But I hate that he gets to live, while she's dead. It's not fair."

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐄 & 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 @imjustanauthor

"I don't know!" exclaimed Fish, still rummaging through her backpack as if the missing sleeping bag could somehow be hidden in there. "We packed two!"

Maybe it had fallen down somewhere. Their trip had hardly been a very restful one. But that meant that they now only had one sleeping bag, which was a rather unfortunate situation. She didn't want Charlie sleeping without one, but she didn't want to be cold either!

But sharing with him would be... awkward. Really, super awkward.

"Erhm... yeah, it's gonna be cold. We- we can share, yeah, we'll just turn our backs to each other, so it won't be..." Won't be what? Embarrassing? She didn't want to admit to him that she was embarrassed! "Anyway, let's just share."

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𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑 & 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 @countlessrealities

Fish unconsciously held her breath when the demon named Alastor took the book from her. But when he didn't seem to attack her, and simply started making corrections on her tome, she relaxed ever so slightly. Not a lot, mind you. There was still a powerful demon in her living room.

She couldn't help but stare curiously while he wrote on her old grimoire. A demon was bound to know a whole lot about demonology, in fact, her dad's demon had taught her many useful things.

Once he was done and handing her the book, she took it carefully from his hands. A binding ritual? She opened her mouth a little bit stupidly, blinking at him.

"Wait- what... So you're bound to me?"

Oh, no. Oh, this was bad. This was so so so bad!

This super scary demon was bound to her?! She didn't want him around! She wanted him gone! How would she explain to her dad that a demon was bound to her? And what if Alastor tried to kill her? What if he tried to possess her?

His order (for it was an order, there was no doubt about it) snapped her out of her thoughts. He wanted her... to summon the demon? Why? "Ehm- yeah, okay, if you want," she replied awkwardly. She certainly wasn't gonna argue with him right now.

So, she did as she was told, and recited the new and improved version of the summoning spell. And lo and behold, it worked perfectly this time. Asb’el appeared in the summoning circle in a puff of black smoke.

The temptation to tear both the book and her hand away from Fish was strong, but Alastor ignored it. He had better self-control than that. Besides, as entertaining as it might have been under other circumstances, in that moment having a screaming child sprouting blood all over the place would have just slowed down his search for a solution.

So, instead, the Radio Demon merely poured over the tome, carefully scanning each word thrice before moving to the next one. As it turned out, the seals weren't the only thing that had been misspelled. The spell was a messy avalanche of words taken from different, dead languages and stitched together without finesse. It was a wonder that it had worked at all.

This was what happened when uneducated individuals made copies of things they did not understand.

Gritting his teeth, Alastor conjured a fountain pen and started to make corrections in a neat, elegant calligraphy. Fixing the words and the symbols, however, didn't fix their real issue. He still had no clue of how to leave the mortal plane and go back to Hell.

Oh, he had figured out what had happened, but the piece of information alone was useless.

"There you go," he eventually said, handing the book back to Fish. "Now it's a proper summoning spell, and not a binding ritual, like the one you used on me. It appears that I'll be your unwilling guest for a while, my dear."

His tone was both patronising and accusatory, despite his mostly casual demeanour. Deep down, though, he was struggling with fury and raising distress.

"Try it." An order, not a request. "Summon the low-ranked demon you were seeking."

Since she had inconvenienced him so much, the least she could do was offering him a snack.

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𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 & 𝐌𝐘𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐓 @governmentofficial

Fish frowned, annoyed that he would use her presence here as an excuse to ditch his potential-but-for-sure-was-gonna-happen date! She vaguely gestured to him that she could wait at a hotel, or go to the restaurant with them, but because she was careful not to say anything, it was doubtful that her gesticulations made much sense.

"Ah, yes, of course," said Caesar over the phone, sounding clearly disappointed, "you're helping the daughter of Poseidon on her quest. How about tonight, then? Like that, it won't delay your journey."

Fish nodded very intensely.

"Oh, I'm not inviting you to a business meeting. I am- well, I'm asking you out."

Vindication! She was right, and Mr. Holmes was wrong! That felt really, really good.

Mycroft was pleased to see that his call was promptly answered. He was a man who could not abide a great many things, and one of those things was tardiness. Despite having quite literally all the time in the world, he did not appreciate unnecessary waiting - especially when it came to modern technology such as mobile phones.

It was, in his opinion, strange that Caesar claimed to one to see him again. Mycroft couldn't help but suspect his words to be a lie. After all, nobody ever looked forward to seeing him.

Of course, it would be unusual for a man to be capable of lying to him. That did make him hesitate in his conclusion, but Mycroft also had to consider the fact that a phone call did not allow him the full scope of information that would be available if he were to be having the conversation face to face. It would be unlikely, but it was certainly possible that Caesar could use that to his advantage.

"Dinner may be difficult," Mycroft pointed out, playing along for now. He wanted to get an idea of where the conversation was going before he called out the attempt at deception. "If you recall, I am currently chaperoning a child. She is supposed to be on a quest."

He shot Fish a look - one that very much said 'and we are wasting time with this when we could be progressing with said quest'.

"Why do you want to see me again?" He then asked the phone. "I fail to see any kind of business reason for a meeting."

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love a character that's like. i survived (<- not a brag) (<- this is a curse that weighs on me every waking hour)

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TAYLOR LASHAE model, 1988.

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sorry about the blood loss. do you uh. want it back *holds out my red dripping hands awkwardly*

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𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑 & 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 @countlessrealities

As time stretched horribly slowly, and the demon named Alastor was still not vanishing in a puff of smoke -or whatever his style was, Fish felt her insides turning to jelly. The buzz of static electricity filled the room, and all the hair on her arms stood upright. She shuddered, staring at the silhouette that was decidedly not disappearing from her living room.

When he spoke up, she jolted. She would later feel embarrassed about such a display of fear -and in front of a demon, no less. But, well, she was scared. She was very, very scared.

Annoyingly troublesome was one way to put it. Fish, on the other hand, thought the situation was a literal nightmare.

"The incantation?" she croaked like a parrot, though she handed him the opened book. "It's- it's right here."

It seemed the demon Alastor wanted to leave just as much as she wanted him gone, which was at least a good thing. Maybe he could fix her summoning spell, and everything would be fine. Because otherwise, she'd be stuck home alone with a visibly powerful demon and that... No, she didn't even want to think about that.

Fish's protests went unacknowledged, since by that point Alastor's attention had been fully turned onto the task of leaving the land of the living behind and going back to his hellish business. Something that should have been easy as pie for someone as skilled and powerful as him.

Yet, the facts at hand were stating the opposite.

The Radio Demon stared hard at the remaining symbols on the floor, mind racing as he tried to solve that bothersome mystery. Once again, he fully ignored the girl's words, barely registering the fact that she had spoken. Instead, he stepped out of the circle once again, rematerializing with a flick of his wrist all the runes and the symbols that had been there upon his arrival.

A few seconds ticked away, the silence filled with growing tension, until it was broken by a quiet but persistent buzzing of static. The air around them became a little electrified, enough to cause their hair to lift a little.

"...Well, now. This is annoyingly troublesome," Alastor finally spoke up, obviously vexed despite the ever-present grin that occupied his face. "Show me the incantation you used, will you, my dear? Because it appears like your sloppy I̸̺̺͎̰̥̜̯̼̮̰͖̜͂͆̿̈́̿̔N̸̡̧͕͙̼̻̳̦̪̞̯͎̦͓̏̒͌͑͒͊̾͌̑̅̕͝ͅC̴̀͐ͅO̵̧̗͕̹̼̦̗̮̱̝͆͊́́̈̿̋ͅM̶̧͚̪͉̯̜̰͎̘̀͋̇̀͗̍́͆̑̏͂̿̊̚P̷̛̛̛̩̺͇̊̅̍͂͗͑͐̎̂̏̐̐Ȩ̸̪̯̗̘̥̣̲̣̣͍͚͙̥̩́̀̈̆͑T̷̡̧̬̲̭̦̘̩̊̉͛̓̓̌͌̕Ȩ̸̪̯̗̘̥̣̲̣̣͍͚͙̥̩́̀̈̆͑N̸̡̧͕͙̼̻̳̦̪̞̯͎̦͓̏̒͌͑͒͊̾͌̑̅̕͝ͅC̴̀͐ͅȨ̸̪̯̗̘̥̣̲̣̣͍͚͙̥̩́̀̈̆͑ has put us both in an extremely inconvenient situation."

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𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐒 & 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 @omniishambles

Fish stared at Katniss for a moment. It was funny, really. She had spent so long being sure that Katniss didn't love Peeta, and now she was admitting that she had never even tried to save Peeta, that day in the arena. She couldn't help the sharp bark of laughter that left her lips, though the sound was more hysterical than happy.

It explained why the President hated Katniss so much. No doubt he was well aware that her little stunt with the berry had been nothing but a pure act of defiance.

"You certainly spat in their faces," she replied, shaking her head.

But it didn't make Fish feel less guilty about her own choices. "At least you were fighting for something," she said, looking away, "maybe it wasn't love, who cares. The only person I've ever fought for was myself."

And yet, Katniss was still trying to comfort her. Even though Fish had been nothing but a bitch to her, since day one. Christ. When had she become such a horrible person? Where was the sweet girl from 4? When had she died? Was it in the arena, like she told herself? Or had President Snow slowly but surely eroded at her heart?

"I could have tried harder, I could have sacrificed myself for him. But the truth is that I'm selfish, Katniss. I wanted to survive, I wanted to live. I wanted to get all the things I got." She sighed, unaware that she was repeating the words the President had told her over and over again. "I'm not a good person."

Guilt settled into her stomach again, like a thousand of knots twisting her entrails. Stopping Snow? When she was here working for him? "You said it yourself, there's no way to win."

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Katniss frowned, listening to Fish more closely now. Partly so she could try and abate the pain still sitting heavy in her own chest, but also because what she was saying was strange. It was a relief, in a way, to hear someone else talk about Snow's invasive presence, about finding him in the one place that should be safe and sacred.

She remembered the chill that ran through her when she saw Snow sitting at that desk, waiting for her. A hologram screen of her and Peeta in the arena right in front of him. But there was the difference between them- President Snow had never cared about keeping Katniss safe. Only keeping her in line.

"You think Snow would be keeping him safe if you'd killed yourself?" Katniss asked, watching the other woman pace the room. "I didn't pull out that nightlock to protect Peeta. I did it because I was angry."

How desperately romantic everyone had thought her actions, the snowball that zoomed downhill and got so out of control. But Katniss had only admitted her true thoughts to a couple of people, Haymitch being one. Without even knowing it, she'd saved them both. But it hadn't been her intention.

"Peeta was willing to compromise because....because that's what he always does. It's who he is. I refused to kill him and he refused to kill me. They tricked us. So I wanted to spit in their faces."

Katniss gave a grim smile, barely curving her lips. She thought of those berries staining her hands, of her and Peeta sharing their own countdown. His fingers playing with her braid. She couldn't pinpoint her feelings for him in that moment, but she remembered her anger, Rue's body dressed in flowers.

"They'd say anything to make us kill eachother, for their entertainment, for their stupid show- if we both died, they got nothing." She gave a shrug, still as bitter as those berries about the last minute changing of the rules, of the hope and relief that had been so cruelly ripped away as the sun rose.

"You had no choice. They make sure of that. They dropped a mountainside on him to make sure he'd give them a show. They tried to set me on fire. There's no way to win, ever. And it has to stop, Snow has to be stopped."

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𝐐 & 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄 @resignedworkaholics

"I don't need to know anything about you to find you attractive," she argued, raising her eyebrows at him. "And having a drink with you, well, that's a good way to get to know you more." She raised her glass and took a sip.

"See? You're already getting to know me," she hummed playfully at his question. "I'm a dancer. A ballet dancer. Nothing to do with business, are you happy?" She gave him a little wink. So far, things were going smoothly. "What about you? Though... I can guess it has something to do with business."

He had to admit that that was true, though it had been more due to him being lost in his own thoughts and wanting a drink to quieten them than because he really had any interest in her. Then again, he appreciated how she spoke to him - he had utter disdain for the number of men and women who would throw themselves, or their offspring, at him with demure smiles and appeasing comments that made him nothing but bored.

So, with a small smirk and a sip of his drink, he leaned against the bar as he looked her up and down with obvious assessments. "Attractive and yet you know so little about me. What do you do for a living? I beg of you not to tell me business, I've had enough of that for the evening."

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𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 & 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇@versin-surfin

"Oh, yeah," she chuckled awkwardly, "that's fine with me. Not sure I could keep stuff like that hidden in my room." The absurdity of this situation was not lost on Fish, but she was reckless and stubborn.

"I won't tell a soul." There was a new seriousness in her eyes. "I promise." She was determined, though she was sure that she might freak out about it all later. "When do we start?" The sooner the better, especially since she felt very emboldened now.

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𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑 & 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 @countlessrealities

A demon giving her a compliment. Fish didn't feel flattered at all, instead, she felt queasy. Demons weren't usually big on compliments, but as it turned out, it was much scarier than a demon calling you all sorts of blasphemous names. "Thank you," she croaked anyway, happy that politeness was working so far.

She'd never heard of a demon named Rosie. Was it a nickname? Or was her knowledge of demonology really that bad? Oh, she'd have to study harder! If she survived this encounter.

Still sitting on the floor, she kept looking at the demon named Alastor, following him with her eyes as he moved to the window to look at her neighbors. Luckily, they were at work at this hour. Otherwise, she'd have to find some creative justification for this. It wasn't exactly Halloween today.

"I don't usually make spelling mistakes," she couldn't help but retort with a frown and a pout. It wasn't the wisest thing, to contradict a powerful demon strolling in her living room, but she was only a teenager. And she didn't like feeling like an idiot! But then again, the proof of her terrible mistake was standing right in front of her.

When he moved back to the circle to wipe part of it off, she had to hold back a sigh of relief. He was leaving! Out of his own volition, and without hurting her! She had no idea what kind of hotel he was talking about (a hotel in Hell??) and right now, she didn't care. She wanted him gone, please and thank you.

"Goodbye, Mr. Alastor," she told him politely, managing a smile for good measure. Yes, goodbye! Good riddance!

Wait. Why isn't he leaving? she thought to herself as he kept standing there, very much still in her living room. "Ehm... Did you forget something?" she asked awkwardly after a few seconds.

Alastor's eyelids fell halfway down at Fish's shaken reply. It had been so long since he had smelt human fear. Hell might have been full of terror, but it never quite got as delicious as the living's horror could be.

He was definitely getting a little peckish here. Fish was lucky that he had a rule against eating snacks outside of his main meals. Unless the circumstances required it, of course.

"And speaking of good manners! You're a youngster with some of those! Such a rare thing these days," he prattled on, moving away from the photos to have a look outside. "My dear friend Rosie would love you, I'm sure."

Unlike the house he had found himself into, the neighbourhood unmistakably showed the years that had passed, and it pretty much in line with how technology had evolved in Hell. Much to the Radio Demon's chagrin.

Even more, if he had to be fully honest, the place didn't look that much different from the world he had gotten used to. Sure, it was much cleaner, much brighter, much tidier, less smelly, less hostile-looking, but that was all.

It made sense. After all, sinners were human souls. It was to be expected that they would end up reproducing what they knew.

"Oh, the daughter of a scholar? That explains a lot," he started to speak again, turning his back to the window and walking back towards Fish once more. "So, you practiced summonings and rituals as you were doing now? With all those spelling mistakes? And look at you, still alive! Good job, my dear!"

He was clearly mocking her, but at the same time he sounded sincerely delighted. It was easy to understand that the whole situation amused him greatly.

"Now, this has been absolutely charming, but I must head back. I have a Hotel to run!" He fixed his bowtie, with a hum stepping back into the circle. "Those chums would be lost without me, and I can't have my little project falling apart now that it's starting to take off."

He waved a hand, breaking the chalk line of the circle and vanishing some of the runes and seals. It was the right way to break his ties to the mortal world and lead him back to Pentagram City and yet...nothing happened.

Alastor froze in place, eyes widening and grin tightening in shocked displeasure.

What the fuck...? Why wasn't it working?!

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𝐌𝐘𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐓 & 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 @governmentofficial

Yes, she supposed Mr. Holmes was right. She knew that she could not disobey the President, which meant she had to wear the dress. But navigating the Capitol and her relationship with the President were very arduous and overwhelming things, and Caesar was her only friend here. She could only confide in him and had hoped for a piece of advice, or at least some reassurance.

But she did not say any of that to his husband.

"If it's special, I don't know why," she replied sincerely, "I don't know why Caesar did not want me to wear it, nor why the President insists that I do."

"I suppose it's not blue," she then mused, "but even if my stylist usually picks blue dresses for me, I've worn other colors before. It has some frills, and the skirt is a rainbow."

Warning bells immediately began to ring inside Mycroft's head. If Caesar had warned her not to do something, then it would have been for a very good reason. Yes, he could have just been telling her that the dress was ugly, but Fish was not a complete idiot. As foolish as Mycroft thought her, he knew that she could tell the difference between fashion advice and legitimate concern.

And, of course, if Caesar was concerned about a matter to do with the President... Well, she'd have to have a death wish not to take him seriously, wouldn't she? Because as frivolous and airheaded as he could seem sometimes, Mycroft's husband was actually a rather shrewd man, and he was certain that Fish knew that too.

However, they were talking about the President, which meant that there wasn't really a choice to make, as you would also have to have a death wish to ignore a request from him.

"If the President is insisting, then you already know your answer," Mycroft pointed out. "Is the dress special somehow?"

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑 & 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 @multipleoccupancy

Fish managed to be particularly patient this morning, letting the knights ask any questions they might have, or express all their concerns -most were about the King being taken with her, which couldn't help but make her heart do jumping jacks in her chest.

When Arthur showed his torn-up tunic and the fresh cut to his face to prove her worth, she had to control the little smile that threatened to curve her lips. Considering she had a matching cut on her cheek, she knew that smiling might make the knight's suspicions much worse. (Though she could have sworn some seemed amused at the sight of the King's tunic.)

Finally, the knights approved of her new title, and the ceremony could start. Oh, she was excited! And a little bit intimidated too. Even after all her centuries of life, Fish had never grown nonchalant. Being knighted was an immense honor, and she could hear her heartbeat in her ears, deafeningly loud.

She did as she was told, kneeling in front of Arthur. It was a new side of him, and she hoped no one else could hear her heart. Catching a glimpse of his smile, it emboldened her.

The ceremony felt like a dream, one she hoped would stay in her memory for a very long time. When it was done, she stood up, looking at Arthur with a smile. She had many things she wanted to say, but nothing managed to break the barrier of her lips. Maybe a part of her worried that words might ruin the solemnity of the moment.

As Fish gave her answer, Arthur smiled but did not interrupt. She did not need him to come to her defence and the knights had the right to question her. Still he waited to see who was next and what question would come, there was still plenty to get through and he expected it would take all morning.

The questioning did indeed go on all morning, each of the knights asking talking out their concerns. Mainly that they thought Arthur had fallen for Fish and was rushing everything through rather than any concern on her fighting ability. Arthur even happily showed them his torn up tunic and the cut on his face to demonstrate. It was still a gruelling process and it seemed Fish had managed to convince the knights to grant her the title as none stepped forward with protest or further questions. Even Percival who had been a bit abrupt with her when she had entered seemed content. And with the inquisition over, there was really only one thing to do.

It took just a few minutes for everyone to get into place. Arthur in front of the altar in his crown, a little cushion on the step for Fish, knights either side behind her.

"Kneel," Arthur instructed calmly once Fish was stood before him, indicating to the little cushion for her knees. He obviously took the ceremony seriously but he did have a smile for Fish, gentle and encouraging. She was going to do brilliantly as a knight he was very sure.