After a great deal of debate, Arthur finally prodded himself to enter the dining hall to have dinner with Morgana. As much as he wished to avoid whatever argument awaited him, it was better to get it over with now than to let it linger.

He took a breath, before opening the door, bracing himself for the cold shoulder or the heated argument, he wasn't sure which would assault him.

He was not expecting an empty dining room. There was a moment of panic and concern, before it struck him that Morgana was probably making some sort of point by not being here. Typical. He wouldn't - no he did not - care.

Arthur sat down, content to eat his meal. He would let her throw her tantrum. It would be nice to have some more peace and quiet - or so he told himself.