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
⏳July, 506 AD
[warnings: horror scenes]
In an attempt to cheer up Arthur after his fight with Uther, I went to the lower town and bought a simple gold-coated chalice, which I then had a carpenter nail to a little wooden trapezoidal prism; and, using the tip of my Swiss army knife, I carved a barely intelligible '#1' on one side of the wood. The result isn't too aesthetically pleasing (or at all), but it's a humorous sight at the very least. So, feeling fairly satisfied with my improvised work, I made my way to the Prince's room.
"Hey. Uh. They didn't have any trophies, but I tried my best," I told him shyly as I handed him my creation. An amused smile graced his lips as he studied my lame attempt to make him feel better about losing. "Sorry, it's fugly," I added and bit down on my lip as I awaited further reaction.
He stepped forwards and placed a hand on my cheek. I instantly leaned into his touch. "You are very sweet, Astra," he said gently and he pressed a chaste kiss to my lips before pulling me into a hug. "Thank you."
I wrapped my arms around his waist and nuzzled into his chest. I wish I could freeze time and stay in his arms forever.
Arthur pulled away seconds later and he went to place the dumb trophy atop his bedside table.
I pouted at the loss of touch, but didn't comment on it.
"Um. Are you feeling better?" he asked as he moved nearer to me again.
I averted my gaze and assured him, "Yeah, don't worry about me, it'll be over soon."
He stepped closer and lifted his hands to my shoulders, making me face him fully. Then he slipped a hand under my chin and forced me to look at him. I swallowed thickly and offered an innocent grin while his soul-melting eyes scanned my face.
"What do you mean by that?" he questioned.
"It doesn't matter."
"Astra..."
I let out a puff. "I mean that... I've identified a pattern... and it indicates that the nightmares will stop coming within another day or two."
Before he could answer, someone burst into the room, making us jump apart.
"Oh," I sighed when I saw that it was only Merlin. "Hey, Merls."
He narrowed his eyes, making me cower a little. Why is he angry at me?!
"We are having that talk. Now," he demanded grumpily.
A lump formed in my throat. I don't wanna talk about it!
"I was just getting to that," Arthur informed him through gritted teeth.
"I thought we agreed to do it together!" Merlin protested.
