𝕭𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝕿𝖜𝖔
𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: From trolls to dragons to foreign princesses, Astraea Aphelion grows stronger as she
continues to navigate medieval Britain using her wit and heart, standing unshaken beside Merlin and Arthur as they face every threa...
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📍 Camelot
⏳ March, 505 AD
I hung back as Arthur gave orders to his knights and guards, and once all the men were off, I walked up to him and asked, "What about me? What can I do?"
He sighed as he turned to face me and gently placed his hands on my shoulders. "You are going to stay here and be safe," he responded sternly.
"No, c'mon, please! Let me do something!" I instantly protested. "Morgana's my friend! I can't just sit on my butt! I'll get anxious and it's not a pretty sight!"
"Astra, we are likely dealing with a sorcerer, it could be dangerous," he answered in a gentler tone than he'd used before.
"So I'll take a sword!" I chirped.
He raised an eyebrow, "Do you know how to use a sword?"
I puffed, "Well... no..." The Prince gave me a pointed look and began to walk away. "But how hard can it be!?" I asked as I rushed to catch up once more.
"I am not going to put you in danger, Astraea," he stated, sounding stern once more as he glanced down at me for a moment.
"You're not puttin' me in danger – I'm volunteering," I countered.
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Y'know I can do this all day, right?" I questioned and giggled at the accidental reference to Captain America.
"I could, too, if I did not have more pressing matters to attend to," Arthur responded, his eyes widening in apparent annoyance as he gave me another pointed look. Then he sped up towards the stables. So I followed.
"Lemme come with you," I kept pressing.
He halted with a scoff and turned to face me again, "Do you ever stop?"
"Nope. I invented stubborn."
"All right," he sighed, making me smile, "you can ride around the inner protected city and ask if anyone has seen anything, then report any findings back to me."
"Will that actually help, or are you just tryin' to get rid of me?" I questioned.
Arthur's eyes widened in exasperation once more, "Astraea–"
"Aye, aye, Captain!" I cut him off with a mock salute and then ran off to steal a horse – not wanting to overwork Dallas, since he'd already exercised.
After browsing the horse paddocks for a minute, I figured that Uther wouldn't have a problem if I stole his horse, so I grabbed a halter and retrieved Gandalf – a gorgeous black stallion resemblant of a modern Friesian. You can guess who named him... hilariously ironic, isn't it? Obviously, I didn't explain the meaning to anyone other than Gaius and Merlin.
