#i love thinking abt crowley in a royal court desperately trying to reel in 40 unhinged dudes who dont take off their shoes in the house

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crowley: alright, boys. we're all here. today is her royal highness' wedding day.

halt: yeah, and you said there'd be no bloody uniforms!

crowley: nevertheless... NEVERTHELESS, HALT. despite the bad blood, i'll have none of it on his majesty's carpets. now, for cassie's sake, nothing will go wrong. those bastards, out there, that's her family. and if you fuckers do anything to embarrass her; your kin, your cousins, your horses, your bloody kids, you do ANYTHING to -

gilan: commandant!

crowley: WHAT!?

gilan: what about dueling?

will: yeah, nobles are never any good with a bow, i'll say.

crowley: no. no. no. no dueling. NO dueling. no bows. no challenging people. no betting. no FUCKING, STEALING, HORSES, from the front of their fucking carriages! And YOU! GILAN! stop spinning yarns about the damn knight, okay?

gilan: aw, i'm just trying to sell him to them, commandant.

crowley: but the main thing is, you bunch of bastards, despite the provocation from the cavalry, no fighting. OI! no fighting. no fucking fighting. no fighting. NO FUCKING FIGHTING!