Doevm drummed his boney fingers on the armrest of his throne. He felt along the crack, formed when Arthur had accidentally thrown him at it. He couldn't blame Arthur. It had been less than a year since they had met each other. Accidents were still common; painful, bone breaking accidents. He winced at the memories, but even more annoyed than he had been then, today he was fuming. 'He's late,' he thought. He sent mental commands to his guards, but they had not seen him.
After this chapter, I'm going to start a little 5 or 6 chapter experiment (cannon of course). It will still be the story as I planned it, just only now there will be a change in how it 'feels'. I can't really describe it because I don't want to force my opinion of the scenes onto you readers, but I hope it turns out well. If it doesn't seem to be working at any point, I'll switch it back to how I had originally planned it. HOWEVER...yeah, I'm a little nervous.