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
⏳ January, 505 AD
Dallas and I set off as soon as the sun began to rise the next morning – not daring to waste a single second, for the Prince's minutes could be counted. In contrast with the peace I'd felt the day before, my heart now beat rapidly with anxiety. I might be the only one who knows about the assassins! And the dreadful feeling was only aggravated by the fact that I couldn't go too fast thanks to the stupid unsteady wagon.
A long sigh of relief escaped me as the castle rooftops appeared above the tree-line about an hour later and a small grin formed on my lips. "That's it, buddy, we're not far now," I whispered to my horse and gave his neck a gentle rub. All we have to do now is push on for a few more minutes.
I relished the cool wind blowing against my face and the faint strokes of sunlight caressing my skin. I smiled at the thought that it wouldn't be long before it regained the pink-ish colour that it had acquired during our time here, which had been lost during the six months I'd spent mostly locked inside my room.
We trotted into the lower town and the first thing I noticed were the big crowds. Just this once, I fought against the instinct to hide away from society and I slowed my horse into a walk so that we could navigate the sea of people without running anyone over.
A knight in purple rode by me, sending me a puzzled look that seemed to be laced with a tinge of contempt. I ignored that (I'm well used to people here thinking I dress strangely) in favour of glancing at the long lance he held. This must be a jousting tournament, then.
Dodging humans left and right, I kept an eye out for anyone familiar while I rode Dallas through the courtyard of the castle while heading towards the direct entrance to Gaius's apartment, my heart still racing anxiously.
Once there, I quickly hopped off my horse and untied the leadrope that pulled the wagon before dragging the annoying thing inside. I tucked it into a corner where I knew it would likely remain untouched until I could come back for it; and then I ran towards the armoury, where I stole a bow and a quiver before rushing back outside. If I can't find anyone to warn about the assassins, I'll just look for them myself and take them out.
I mounted my horse again and kept the bow loaded – ready to shoot it in case I happened to spot the men from the campsite – as I frantically searched around the tent setups for anyone who could help me.
My breath hitched in my throat when my eyes travelled towards the arena to find Bronze on one side of it. Which means that Arthur is competing! I urged Dallas to get closer and nibbled on my bottom lip as I watched the Prince get hit by his rival's lance.
I asked for more speed out of my Thoroughbred and manoeuvred him through the crowd. I was able to make out some splatters of blood in Arthur's armour as Merlin and Gwen helped him to get off his horse and my heart accelerated even more.
