Nerissa finds herself on the adventure of a lifetime when she accompanies her brother to Camelot, in hopes of a better future than as some simple farmer's wife. There she finds out that sometimes, dreams really do come true - even in the most unlike...
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Cupboard Chicanery
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For a moment, the world seemed to move in slow motion. Gwen managed to break free of Morgana's grasp and before either Nerissa or Morgana could grab hold of her once more, Gwen sprinted as fast as her feet would carry her toward her falling. Her cries for her father were painfully heartbreaking. Each one was more emotional and guttural-sounding than the last.
After a quick glance at each other, Nerissa and Morgana chased after Gwen. Their friend was clearly beside herself and in no shape to plead for her father alone. But Nerissa also wanted to reach Prince Prat before the doors were shut and they were left in the corridor. As much as Nerissa hated to admit it, Prince Prat was their only hope at this moment. And that was only if she could get him to listen to her.
Morgana and Nerissa were nearly to the door when Uther's voice commanding voice echoed down the corridor. "Seize her!"
Nerissa and Morgana exchanged worried glances. By the time they entered the room, Gwen was in the hold of two knights, still struggling to make her way to her father as tears streamed down her cheek. "Please! There's been some mistake!" Gwen cried. "He's innocent! He's done nothing wrong!"
But her desperate pleas fell on deaf ears. Or at least unwilling ears. Uther ignored Gwen and cast his gaze upon her father instead. Tom looked worriedly at Gwen and then to Uther. Tears stained his cheeks.
"My daughter has done nothing wrong, my lord. Please, let her go. I'll do whatever it is you ask if you let her go. Please!" The man was desperate and willing to do anything. "I beg of you."
"The only thing you should be begging for is mercy." Uther narrowed his eyes and clasped his hands behind his back before he paced slowly between Gwen and her father. "I have been told that there is only one way to recover from this recent illness," Uther spoke calmly as if he were trying to bait them. "An illness from which you seem to have miraculously recovered."
