The words were out before he could stop them. Al turned even more red, almost dropping his rag in a rush to cover his mouth. Why was he saying these things? King Edmund could easily have him banished from the castle, or worse, if Al pissed him off. And he'd be right to. Al hardly thought King Peter would intervene, not after he heard how badly a member of his pride was behaving. But there was something about seeing Edmund in his fur-form, sleek and shadowed, but absolutely lovely. And hearing his voice, wry and dark. It was making Al behave inexcusably.
"I'm sorry, Majesty, I just meant -- Lions' tails have --" helplessly, he mimed the puff of fur he meant, then decided he was really only making things worse. Better to be quiet.
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The words were out before he could stop them. Al turned even more red, almost dropping his rag in a rush to cover his mouth. Why was he saying these things? King Edmund could easily have him banished from the castle, or worse, if Al pissed him off. And he'd be right to. Al hardly thought King Peter would intervene, not after he heard how badly a member of his pride was behaving. But there was something about seeing Edmund in his fur-form, sleek and shadowed, but absolutely lovely. And hearing his voice, wry and dark. It was making Al behave inexcusably.
"I'm sorry, Majesty, I just meant -- Lions' tails have --" helplessly, he mimed the puff of fur he meant, then decided he was really only making things worse. Better to be quiet.