The Sweetest Rose-LokixOC

Chapter 48

"Arthur Kensington is an alias. My real name is Arthur of House Pendragon, King of Camelot." Arthur's declaration rang out into the cavernous dining room like a gong.

Cassandra shook her head, disbelieving. He looked the same. Dark rumpled hair, pale blue eyes, strong jaw with a heavy five o'clock shadow. Same ultra-expensive European designer clothes.

Was this really Arthur Kensington or someone else in disguise claiming to be the legendary king?

If he was Arthur Kensington then the man was completely delusional. "Impossible. King Arthur was human. He's long dead."

"I slept under an enchantment for centuries upon Avalon. The spell preserved me, stopped me from aging." Arthur explained simply as if she would believe him.

Cassandra bit the inside of her cheek holding in an incredulous laugh. The good kind king of legend was not a tech billionaire with an ego the size of Texas with a penchant for kidnapping women.

Arthur Kensington was a liar.

Working at the auction house, Cassandra had bothered to research her clients to better develop a positive relationship with them. Happy clients, meant a successful business, meant Cassandra got paid.

Arthur Kensington's life stretched back decades. A childhood of boarding schools and wealth. Photos from equestrian and fencing competitions. High school debate. Photos from his college fraternity.

Arthur had concocted this fantasy in his head out of a need to be special.

"How did you escape the spell?" She asked, playing along with his charade.

Wiser to humor a delusional person then upset their version of reality, especially when chained to a chair.

Cassandra was ravenous and took a bite of potato, her jaw throbbing as she chewed making it impossible to enjoy the tasty meal. Fucking Woman Beater.

Arthur poked at his own food absentmindedly. "Loyal servants freed me from Nimue's curse. Just like Emrys, the Lady of the Lake betrayed me." Anger tinged his voice. "After being stabbed by my son Mordred I went to her for aid and she used the opportunity to imprison me." The tines of his fork bent under the force of his grip, sending a pile of potatoes scattering across the tablecloth.

Clearly Mordred should have done a better job of killing daddy. None of them would be in this mess if he had. Cassandra mused. "Why did she betray you?"

"I built up my army to conquer Europe. Nimue disagreed with my strategy, insisting Britannia was enough." His mouth pursed in a sour expression, the pout of an entitled asshole used to getting his way. "It was never enough. I wanted to bring my peace to the world as was my destiny."

No one had ever succeeded at world domination, obviously for a reason.

Cassandra ate more of her food, swirling the potatoes into the butter sauce pooling on her plate. "So what is your objective now? Bring Morgan le Fey to earth, rain chaos and death all over the place and then name yourself ruler?" She couldn't entirely hide her skepticism this time.

"For peace there must sometimes be war. My sister will be my general and I will bring the world to heel." Arthur vowed, his blue eyes glimmering darkly. "You have no idea how fantastic the world seemed when I awoke. Cars. Computers. Cellphones. All seemed like magic. If not for my servants I would not have adapted so well. They helped me gain the wealth necessary to form the foundation of my rule."

Money did make the world go round. Cassandra agreed. And Arthur had plenty of it for a dead man. "So, you faked your death and willed your money to yourself using the Pendragon name."