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
⏳ July, 504 AD
I stood looking over my desk while carefully analysing a map of early medieval Britain as I tried to figure out if the people could be taken into the territories of allied kingdoms by cart so that they could eat there. It was a complicated plan that would require some strong diplomacy skills from Uther (if he was even willing to do it) and, with our track record, I doubted it would even work; but it was worth a shot. We were running out of options and all of Camelot's welfare was at stake.
However, my contemplations were interrupted when none other than the great sh*t-head Arthur Pendragon entered my room abruptly and began to pace, his jaw clenched and his shoulders tense.
I blinked rapidly for a few seconds as I stared at him, then I seized the opportunity to quote Sheldon Cooper as I said sarcastically, "Who is it? Oh, hello, Prince Charming, it's open. Come in!"
He stopped pacing for a moment to give me a glare, and then he continued. I scoffed, still feeling pretty upset with what he did to the unicorn. I could try to kick him out, but I had a feeling that it would spark an unnecessary argument; so I simply rolled my eyes and returned my attention to the map.
"That sorcerer dared to use my unique hunting prize as an excuse to terrorise Camelot!" he exclaimed angrily after a few moments. I raised an eyebrow as I glanced up at him, then I shook my head and looked back down. "And on top of that, my senseless servant believes he is telling the truth! I should sack him for that! How dare he!?"
I tuned him out as best I could while trying to focus on my task. I already felt annoyed because the dumb quill pen I was using to make notes refused to cooperate, the last thing I needed was to engage that jerk in a conversation.
I recoiled and took a step backwards when Arthur suddenly strode up to me with a fiery look in his eyes. "Are you even listening?!" he snarled.
"Yes, yes," I responded while letting out a shaky sigh (which I prayed he didn't notice). "Magic man bad. Merlin this n' that. Blah, blah, blah."
"Astraea!" he exclaimed angrily.
I flinched and quickly composed myself as I rolled my eyes, "You already know what I think of the subject, so why are you telling me this?"
"Because..." he trailed off and averted his gaze while his shoulders slumped. "You are a good listener... and you are smart..." he said as he moved to sit on my bed... on top of my Avengers blanket, and I considered that an invasion of my highly-valued personal space, but I decided to allow it just this once because his words had apparently caused my vocal chords to freeze, "and you always want to do the right thing."
My heart was suddenly racing like a radioactive Herbie and I felt dazed for a minute as I stared at the Prince, unable to speak. Then he lifted his eyes to mine and I quickly looked away and forced myself to get out of the weird state he'd put me in.
