Creative Writing: King Arthur's Room

King Arthur’s servants and kitchen staff had transformed the normally cold and sterile space into a warm and inviting banquet hall, and it was stunning. Thick cream- and scarlet-colored tablecloths adorned each table. Hundreds of candles situated in bowls filled with harvest grain cast a romantic glow about the chamber. Dozens of garlands of ivy, holly, and red roses adorned the walls, and twenty or thirty huge and lavish baskets, brimming with colorful flowers, hung down from the rafters.
Near the tall windows on the right side of the room sat long table laden with mouth-watering fingers foods, including nuts, sweet and savory breads and spreads, various fresh fruits and berries, assorted cheeses, steamed oysters, bite-sized meat pies, and

Ulrich, sans shirt – trailed by Merlin, Gawain, and Perceval – walked in. Merlin appeared more fidgety and tense than Carina.
“Merlin, can you do me a favor and tend to the guests remaining in the Council Chamber? I’d appreciate it,” said Carina’s tunic-less husband.
“Of course.”
He tore from the room as if his trousers were ablaze. Carina was grateful, because she didn’t need anyone or anything making her more nervous.
Gawain slapped Ulrich on his bare back. “I present to you your groom,” said Gawain with a wry smile. “We’ve given the man all the advice we can, and the rest is up to him.”
“Much unsolicited advice,” muttered Ulrich.
“I’ll bless the bed,” announced Gawain, marching over to the bedside.
“Oh, no, you don’t have to…” said Ulrich with a wince, but Gawain already stood over the mattress.
Gawain cleared his throat. “May your marriage bed bring you comfort and delight. May it solidify our love and adoration for one another, and may it bring you many, many happy, healthy, strong children.
“Further, may your love grow each day, nurturing your souls. May your marriage be strong, long, and full of joy. Bless this bed and the couple readying to enter it, as they are most