Gwaine feigns some thought (no, not like always, thank you your highness) as he goes back to pretending like he could nap at any moment. The sun is a little too bright to stay awake forever. He can't be blamed. "You were the second worst. Don't think Percival could even climb up in the saddle." More ribbing, but it's all in good fun. Mordred's got half the knights telling him every day how quickly he's learning.
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