✧･ﾟ:*When the sword is drawn from the stone, hope blooms within the rebellion.
But fates and destinies are fickle things and with the legend of the sword being fulfilled, another prophecy becomes set into motion.
Renly has been a part of the rebel...
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"So our new king is the idiot who turned in Goosefat?"
Renly asked from where she sat perched on a table in Bedeveres smithy. He was working on his sword while filling her in on everything they had learned about the man who pulled the sword from the stone only yesterday, the true-born king.
Only a day had passed since everything changed but the rebels were already working in full force, this was it, what they had been waiting for, for years. Now was the time to finally move on from rebel graffiti and being a pebble in the blacklegs shoes and it started with saving the true-born king from certain death.
"Apparently."
Bedevere said matter-of-factly not looking up from his workstation.
"And we have a week?"
Renly asked for confirmation.
"Before he is executed, yes."
"Lovely, so we have to plan a nearly impossible rescue attempt, to save the man who just might be the last hope that this kingdom ever has at peace, and we have to do it in a week."
Renly said not taking her eyes off the ceiling.
"You're not usually this much of a cynic Ren. We've done things like this before."
Bedevere said not looking away from his work. Renly's eyes cut to the man and narrowed. She put up her hand shaking her finger at him.
"No, no, no, we have not done anything like this before. We are talking about a rescue mission of a man who is probably more protected than freaking Vortigen! It would be easier to kill him than getting this Arthur character out of Camelot alive."
Renly exclaimed.
"You mean the true born king?"
Bedevere asked scoldingly although there was a small smile on his face.
"Yeah, yeah."
Renly just rolled her eyes going back to staring at the ceiling.
Bedevere saw this as a good sign, she would always turn her head towards the heavens whenever she was working something out as if she could see something up there nobody else could. Bedevere had always imagined she probably had a giant chessboard up there. Nevertheless, the method always yielded results, even if the last plan she'd had, ended up with him falling into the river in the city dressed as an old man.
Well, older man according to Renly.
Bedevere went back to his work, sharpening his sword.
While Renly had her chessboard in the sky, Bedevere always seemed to be able to think better when he had something to do with his hands and now that a battle was coming, sharpening his sword seemed like a good use of his time.
