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"Believe it or not, it was." Dolemeck nodded his head as he sipped more of his drink. "It was quite the feat for that day and age. A perfectly round table that could sit more than twenty men. I, however... was a squire and not allowed to sit at the table. Eventually I moved up in rank to a Knight, but I still had to sit at one of the long tables."

His smile was somewhat somber a she played with the cup in his hands.

"I admired Lord Gawain, more than I should have. Something that had confused me greatly for years. I did have a friend I could speak to on the matter, Arthur's daughter, Princess Leigh. She confided in me she was unhappy with any of her suitors, and would be upset if I was executed for my unnatural attraction to my Sire. So... she put in good word with her Father of how noble and kind I was. With this information, Arthur was considering me to marry Leigh and become the next king. Only... well... Charles became jealous of such a notion. He plotted with Morgan La fey to have my reputation ruined and ensure her son would marry Leigh and gain the throne."

That smile soon faded, becoming a thin line of sorts. "I was framed for forcing myself upon a maiden. I vowed to be chaste until I wed Leigh, if she would have me... so this was a high insult. I professed my innocence, swore I was a chaste man and had never been with anyone, much less force myself upon another. But with my older brother speaking against me... I was not believed. I was sent to the torture chamber my brother ran for a week until my sentence could be figured out. I was also stripped of my armor and title as a "knight" publicly."