“Trying to pull out a sword from a stone but it just won’t move? Guinevera cheats on you?” yielded a mail raven. King Arthur felt, like targeted advertising is too direct nowadays. Though he would not refuse improving his shape for sure. He took the brochure, announcing a new Celto-Roman wrestling school opening nearby, from the bird. Merlin’s mushroom potion and regular exercise did real magic, and in a few month Arthur could literally throw Lancelot right out a royal bedroom window. Excalibur, his favourite sword, felt as light as a feather. Perhaps, that does not what people usually mean under “living happily ever after”, but why not, if Arthur finally felt happy? And, by the way, you have got something magically satisfying on your account too, just claim your gift:
