It had been almost two years since Princess Harriet left the castle to adopt her new identity as Miss Edda, the young magician. She hadn't expected anyone to really care, and for those two years, no one really did.
Nothing lasts forever though.
An R...
AN:Just thought I should give a quick warning that there will be an implied character death in this chapter, in case that'll be an issue for anyone. --- For a moment everything seemed to stay still, Arthur's thoughts and movements freezing as the kings words rung out through the ballroom. Edda... Coming back here... For him? No, that could't be right. It wasn't safe for her here! Forget entering the lions den, she'd be walking straight into the lions maw!
There was a faint fluttering in his chest at the thought, though it was rivalled by the worry it also summoned. She'd had to have ran away to where these bastards couldn't reach her! She wouldn't just throw her freedom away like that, especially not for a prince... Not for someone she should hate on principle... Not for him.
A loud explosion shook the room, snapping Arthur out of his wallowing thoughts. The noise sounded somewhat distant, but the force from the explosion could be felt through the entire ballroom, the barrel near Arthur rattling from how the ground shook.
"What was that!?" The king shouted, standing up from his throne again.
He was answered by sudden shouts of fear, and pain, and a door to the side of the room suddenly slamming open. A half dozen men ran, or more accurately scrambled, out of the door. One late straggler holding the lower part of his armour in a death grip, what remained of the leather straps that should have held it up hanging burned and smoking from the edge of the armour. The cause of the knights situation bellowed out of the door just behind him, large flames filling the doorframe, licking at it and spewing out against the cloth covered walls and marbled floor. Along with the fire came smoke that plumed out and up towards the chandeliers, as well as dust and ash that fell over the floor, dimming the bright white marble.
And then, amidst the sudden alarm that arose in the room, out of the smoke and fire came a shape holding a burning blade in their hand.
The moment the figures shot out of the cover of the smoke, Arthur's eyes met Eddas. For a second the grey eyes looking back at him softened into a mix of relief, but he could still see the unmoving tinge of worry. Her eyes shifted away from him and quickly hardened, filling with the very same righteous fury that he many times had seen in the eyes of the knights that served the Pendragon family.
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The king lifted his hand at Edda.
"Princess Harriet, what on Earth are yo-"
Edda gritted her teeth, and jabbed her dagger towards the king, sending a concentrated beam of fire at him. For a moment Arthur thought that she had actually hit the king straight in the head, but he realised soon that it had gone past him, just managing to scorch the side of his beard. The fire instead hit one of the royal banners behind the thrones, burning a large hole into it and leaving the rock wall behind it glowing from the sudden surge of heat.
"RELEASE ARTHUR!" Edda roared, tilting the dagger in her hand, but still pointing it at the king. "Or the next one goes through your face."
There was a moment of shocked silence, the king slowly lifting his hand to touch where the fire had almost hit him. The fluttering feeling in Arthur's chest had grown stronger, and it had taken all his self control to not celebrate prematurely at the kings stunned expression. And the at absolutely fierce look on Eddas face, that despite everything made his heart thud rapidly.
