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
⏳ April, 505 AD
I very begrudgingly got out of bed the next morning, knowing that my dumb position as 'lady' means that I have to attend the troll's coronation, or whatever (and I can't believe that's an actual sentence I can just say without it being metaphorical!). So I dragged myself out of my covers, splashed some water in my face, brushed my teeth, fixed my hair, and reluctantly changed into a stupid dress because of etiquette and crap.
A knock on my door made me freeze as I was making my way towards my closet to get my black Converse, and I tilted my head as I went to open it.
My lips instantly produced a smile when I saw the handsome Prince Arthur Pendragon, "Oh, hey, Art. How're ya' feelin'?"
He shrugged a little. "I am here to escort you to the grand hall," he then said.
I froze for a second, thinking that this might raise suspicions; but then I remembered that Uther has personally asked him to escort me to things before, and I shoved that fear off. "Sure, gimme a sec," I responded and dashed towards my closet to get my shoes. And my black bomber jacket, 'cause the weather is a bit chilly.
Then I hooked my arm under Arthur's, trying to ignore the faint tingle that travelled up my spine at the feeling of his natural warmth, and we walked together towards the grand hall.
As is the custom for big events such as the one happening now, the room was decorated in various repetitions of the pendragon crest, illuminated by candles, and packed with courtiers and knights. How they can bear to witness their Prince being displaced without a single protest is beyond me. If it wasn't for the fact that I know that the troll will be exposed soon, I would've confronted Uther and poured Nair into Catrina's shampoo already.
I remained standing beside Arthur, not letting go of his arm, as Uther and 'Catrina' took their seats on the two thrones. I watched as Geoffrey of Monmouth moved to the centre of the stage, facing the crowd as he addressed them, "We are gathered here to bear witness to the naming of Queen Catrina as the rightful heir to Camelot." I clenched my jaw as the elderly man turned around to face the human-looking troll. "Are you willing to take the oath?" he asked.
'Catrina' stood up as she responded, "I am."
I didn't miss the embarrassingly lovestruck look on Uther's face. What does he see in her?! She's got an awful personality, and she's not even that pretty!
Arthur dropped his head and I glanced up at him, then I gently rubbed my thumb against his upper arm in an attempt to show support.
"Do you solemnly swear to govern the people of Camelot, to uphold the laws and customs of the land?" Geoffrey asked, his voice firm and clear for everyone in the room to hear.
"I..." Catrina's face contorted in displeasure and she scratched at her arm, "do."
I had to bite back a smile. I think the potion is wearing off!
