The lion and the witch

~Chapter 4: Mysteries and letters~

Sophie's POV~

The Camelot sun peeped through a slit in the curtains, and Sophie knew she should've been well and up a long time ago.

She stretched her hands above her head, yawning in the process, only to stop midway as the memories came flooding back, giving her a more detailed idea of where she was. A cunning grin touched her lips as her thoughts idolised back to the night before, the repulsive dinner flashing throughout her mind. 

That was the first time Sophie had seen Rhian since she had made it back to Camelot, and yet, he already seemed to be falling in love with her all over again. It was funny really, she had only spoken alone with him for a couple minutes before heading inside her chambers, yet he had been watching her with deep, adoring eyes, the same gaze most boys passed on to her whenever she was known to be some sort of crush. 

She was glad she had shut the door in his face right after bidding him a good night, she wouldn't risk questioning his insanity. 

Neither was she looking forward to the day ahead of her. She knew full well Rhian would be tailing behind her the entire time, more servant than a king.

As pathetic as that would look to herself and everyone in the castle, she could at least try and help him with some responsibilities. 

Figuring it was time to get out of bed, Sophie lazily rolled off the insanely soft mattress, warm sheets pushed to the side. Her bare feet scraped the carpet beside her bed, silencing her steps as she headed towards her wardrobe.

Ridiculously enough, she had never really looked inside to amaze herself by the different types of gowns and dresses to be tried on. Properly, of course. She had picked out the mauve gown just yesterday afternoon randomly from her closet, almost blindly because of how exhausted she was. Either way, that had happened in the past, and nothing was stopping her from wearing something to define her position as "would-be queen".

She opened the doors to find golden and royal-blue gowns inside, symbolising the colours of Camelot. A couple nightgowns were hooked on the rack, heels underneath each outfit. She smirked to find not a single dress made out of butterflies inside, nothing to symbolise Evelyn Sader's memory. 

She had burnt the dress to ash the night before, watching it evaporate into mist in front of her. Never again would she wear something so repulsive, let alone plain and tacky. She didn't want to think about her dead dean, or Rhian and Japeth's mother.

Sophie's eyes trailed to a sparkly royal blue gown hidden amongst the other skirts and dresses, golden seams sewn on the edges, a lions belt in the middle, gilded heels on the floor.

Without a word, she zipped up the dress against her back and slipped on the heels, fancying herself in the mirror. She studied her hair and face, and wrinkled her nose in disgust.

She was yet to fix her golden locks, even do her make-up. She peered up at the clock on her wall, eyes widening at her time. She had to do it quickly, too. Twenty minutes at most, if she was lucky...

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Sophie was equally stunned to see how quickly she had finished all her "to-do's" in some way. Beautifully too. Her hair was let down in waves, a beautiful twist beginning at her left ear and ending at her right, just after travelling the middle of her head.

Her diadem was on her forehead, too, shimmering like her dress. The make-up was fine by itself, but the dress was simply something else. It was a definite thing of Rhian to be drooling in awe the entire day.