The long, seemingly endless, twisting and winding road that led to the bustling and constantly exited people living on the skirts of Camelot was exactly what was keeping her going.
Long, fire-red hair that tangled around her shoulders in silky waves and curling slightly, bounced with her walk. Her dark hazel eyes contrasting her sun-kissed skin as she strode on, down the dirt road that was taking her to her new home.
Her boots where muddy and the dark, Brown leather felt warm and scratchy against her shins as she walked. The heavy bag on her back In Which was holding all of her necessary belongings, where constantly slamming against her back with each, steady and calm step she took, causing her entire back and shoulders to feel like she'd been beaten down by someone twice her size.
As she reached a turn in the path she'd been following, she found herself gently pulling her bangs from her face and staring up at the enormous and astounding city before her. "Wow..." Was all she mumbled to herself before setting towards the bustling people bellow in a more determined fashion.
The sun was just beginning to set and She couldn't help but think of how absolutely, insanely lucky she was to be able to be of any kind of service to Camelot, especially in the kitchen that was literally in the same place as king Uther pendragon, and his seemingly shallow and arrogant son, prince Arthur.
So long as she did her job, kept quiet, and didn't stand out too much, she figured she'd be able to make it through this with little or no trouble. She grinned and walked through a busy road crammed with busy people carrying various objects and baskets, completely oblivious to anything wrong or anything unusual. If she could lay low, things would be easy and simple, she'd be happy and everything would change finally.
Of course, that was before she realized how incredibly wrong she was about any of this being simple.
