✧･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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They set up in the building Renly had recommended.
Arthur, Goosefat, Bedevere, and Renly all stood on the top floor looking down at the square.
Renly had helped Arthur remove the boards from the window, while Goosefat unpacked his arrows.
When they were done with the setup, all that was left was to wait.
Renly sat on the floor in a corner of the room watching as Goosefat stared out of the window with his binoculars.
Her head had been filled to the brim with unanswered questions for days.
Water and blood.
Her eyes moved to Arthur, where he stood leaning against a pillar.
She had wanted to ask him, about it, whether he had ever pulled a little girl from the scene of her parent's murder or pulled one out of the river in Londinium, but it was never the right time.
He had enough on his plate with his own prophecy, why bother him with hers?
Their eyes met from across the room and a grin pulled at his lips. He moved slowly over to the wall she sat leaning against and slid down joining her on the floor.
"You truly need to get a hobby, Sweetheart, the whole watching me thing is getting concerning."
Arthur teased, repeating the words she had once said to him.
Renly chuckled, fiddling with her her dagger.
She looked over at Bedevere where he sat, eyes closed, preparing himself for what was to come.
"This feels too easy."
Renly admitted quietly.
Arthur looked her over.
Her brown eyes were filled with worry, mind running through every part of their plan, lips pursed.
"We're missing something."
She breathed out.
Arthur who had walked around all day with a very similar feeling nodded a little.
"You think a shot from 175 yards is easy?"
Arthur asked teasingly to cover up his own nerves.
