𝕭𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝕺𝖓𝖊
𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: A high-school project gone wrong sends Astraea Aphelion fifteen centuries back in time, where she has to face a world of dragons, magic, and evil sorcerers. Luckily, she is not alone. In between hardships, she finds a...
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📍 Camelot
⏳ October, 503 AD
I smirked at Merlin as he re-entered the apartment after he'd left momentarily to wake up Prince Arthur and bring him his breakfast. My friend's face appeared to have a permanent look of annoyance and dread – which only intensified when our eyes connected.
"So, what's on the agenda for today, Mr. Prince-Arthur's-Manservant?" I wondered.
He rolled his eyes as he plopped down next to me at the kitchen bench, responding in a mutter, "He said that I am to help him train for the upcoming tournament."
I tilted my head, confused as to what 'help' meant in this context. Unless he got a super-soldier serum overnight, I don't think that my friend can fight to save his life. And, well, we saw how 'helping' knights train turned out for the Prince's previous servant – he was used as a human target for throwing knives.
"Should Gaius and I start plannin' your funeral?" I asked.
"Astraea!" the physician scolded me from the kitchen. "You cannot say things like that!"
I chuckled, "Chill, I'm joking."
Gaius seemed very confused all of a sudden as he removed his attention from whatever he was cooking for breakfast.
"'Chill' means 'relax'," Merlin explained to him in a mumble. I patted him on the back for a moment, silently thanking him.
Gaius served us breakfast shortly after – something akin to french toast – and we hurried to eat before taking turns using the small bathroom to brush our teeth and change into day clothes.
Originally, I had planned to take Dallas out for a spin, but that was postponed as curiosity got the best of me and I decided to join Merlin in his training session with the Prince. Perhaps he'll show some hidden abilities that will humble the arrogant jerk.
Arthur frowned as soon as he saw us arrive at the training field and my heart skipped a beat when he started to walk our way, his strides decisive and steady.
"What is she doing here?" he asked my friend while nodding his head towards me.
I gulped in a miserable attempt to dissipate the strange buzzing sensation that settled in my stomach when our eyes connected, and I slapped on a pressed smile. "Moral support..." I responded while gently nudging Merlin's side, "and I have nothing better to do."
"Fine, but stay out of the way," the Prince commanded with a pointed look. There goes my heart forgetting how to keep a steady rhythm again... darn it!
"Oh, bummer, I was hopin' to get stabbed by a sword!" I quipped. His captivating blue eyes narrowed as he tilted his head in response, and Merlin let out a faint chuckle. "It's a joke, Ken," I clarified, then I walked a short distance away from them and sat down on the grass, crossing my legs and supporting my weight on my arms.
