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
⏳ May, 504 AD
The rollercoaster of emotions that had been the fight left me in dire need to lay down and close my eyes for an hour or two, so I made my way towards my room after stopping to get the ointment and bandages from Gaius (I had to convince him to let me deal with the wound on my own, which wasn't easy, but I managed it in the end). However, I was thrown off course when Arthur suddenly stormed out of the council chamber as I passed by it, his jaw clenched and his body tense.
I frowned at the sight. "Everything okay, Artie?" I called out softly.
He halted and turned to look at me, letting out a sigh when our eyes connected. "I just had an argument with my father," he explained in a grumble.
"I'm sorry, that sucks," I responded, giving him a sympathetic look as I fell into step with him. I had my fair share of arguments with my uncle and aunt over the years, and I remember how deflated and helpless I always felt afterwards.
"Yeah," Arthur breathed out.
"C-can I ask what happened?" I asked hesitantly before biting down on my lip.
The Prince gestured towards his room and I slowly followed him inside.
"I was going to take up the knight's challenge and he stopped me, and now Sir Pellinor might die tomorrow," Arthur explained as he sat down on his bed. He seemed much calmer now, but I could still hear the frustration in his voice.
I hung by the door, shifting awkwardly on my feet as I had no idea what to do with my body. "Well, what if you died?" I questioned softly.
"I am Camelot's best fighter, if anyone could beat him it is me," he replied, surprisingly not sounding as arrogant as he could've. He was simply stating a fact.
"But what if something did happen to you? The kingdom would be left without an heir," I tried to reason, actually feeling kinda grateful that Uther had stopped him. The thought of losing the Prince was a dreadful one. I mean, he's a jerk most of the time and I kinda hate him, but not enough to want him dead, y'know?
"What good is an heir if he cannot defend his people?" he retorted.
"Touché," I mumbled, making him tilt his head in confusion.
"I will never get used to your weird phrases," he changed the subject, a small smile growing on his lips.
I snorted before replying, "Well, to be fair, you people say some things that throw me off as well."
"Throw you off what?" Arthur questioned with a frown.
"Never mind."
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