Do not speak for the Queen

Artie smiled at Sir Lamorak, who entered and came to stand near her side, much to the distaste of Sir Lancelot. 

"Aren't you standing a bit too close to the King, Sir Lamorak?" Sir Lancelot asked, clearly telling him to move away from Artie. Sir Lamorak chuckled. 

"Well, how else am I supposed to protect her? Anyways, what has Sir Galahad's undergarments in a twist? Oh, hello Sir Mordred." Sir Lamorak waved at Sir Mordred, who gave him a nod. Artie sighed. 

"Well, that would be that Sir Mordred is here, and what the Lords will say when they find out that Sir Mordred is my head aide." Artie watched as Sir Lamorak's eyes widened, before his expression softened. 

"I think that's a wonderful use of Sir Mordred, Sire. He wasn't of much help in charge of the grounds, since it was such a small job to begin with." Sir Mordred's face went red, and Artie narrowed her eyes.