No young man-no matter how great can know his destiny.
Astrid Ashryver Morgan, the Queen of the once-great kingdom of Ambience, lost everything centuries ago, and her once loving heart lies broken and in darkness.
And so Astrid's life is about to...
For the feast tonight, I'm wearing a dress of light blue and white with aquamarine jewellery, my hair loose around my shoulders.
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Once I was ready with help from Jas, I leave my house and head for the banquet hall, where Arthur has only just arrived, along with the other knights.
Arthur asks me, "Have you seen Agravaine?"
I reply, "Uh, no, Sire. Not since this morning."
"Strange. He should've been here by now," He mutters. I had to silently agree. Arthur adds, smiling at me, "By the way, you look wonderful this evening."
I giggle and say, "Why, thank you, Your Highness! And you look dashing!"
Arthur smirks as he says, "Thank you—you weren't being sarcastic just then, we're you, Astrid?"
I chuckle as I nod and say, "Of course not!" Arthur grins at me and I take my seat beside Percival. Arthur goes to his seat as he unsheathes his sword and sets it on the table.
I look up as Percival pours me some wine and see my husband enter, grinning like he knows something I don't.
Arthur says excitedly as I pile some food into my plate, "Ah! My favourite! Herb crusted capon!"
