𝕭𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊
𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: The fate of an entire kingdom rests upon the shoulders of a young woman, the love of her life, and their best friend. Will they be able to find the strength to beat the hardships that come with that responsibility...
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📍 Camelot
⏳October, 506 AD
The team split into three groups the next morning so that we can cover more ground as we investigate the case. Each group will focus on one of the victims, and then we'll meet for supper at the tavern inside the Inn to discuss our findings.
Merlin and I had been quick to dart towards each other like opposing magnets as soon as Arthur had announced the plan. The Prince had argued that the two of us are troublesome and irresponsible, so Lancelot offered to 'keep an eye on us' after Gwaine's request to join us had been instantly shot down.
For some reason, Arthur seems to think that Lancelot is the epitome of 'responsible'. I guess he doesn't remember that the first thing he did upon arriving in Camelot was commit identity fraud. But oh, well.
Leon, Percival and Elyan chose to team up, leaving Gwaine with Arthur and Philip.
Gwaine grumbled all through breakfast, not happy to be stuck with 'the boring ones'.
After I gave my dear Prince and friends some encouraging words – "I bet Merls, Lance n' I will solve the case before any of you losers can find a single clue!" – Merlin, Lancelot and I raced off towards the home of Amelie Rockham, who was the vampire's first victim.
The Rockham house stands on the outskirts of the town, near a lake. It's a well-sized country house made of white stone with a small botanical garden to the side. According to the little bit of information that Philip gave us, the household consists of a widowed mother, Catherine, and her three youngest children: Amelie (now deceased), Pauline, and Rebecca. They have an older brother, Thomas, but he married two years ago and moved in with his wife on the other side of Branmoor.
"So... should we knock?" Lancelot asked nervously as we stood outside the home.
Merlin and I shared a wary look. Sure, we have plenty of experience with playing detectives, but we've never had to question the family of a recently deceased twenty-two-year-old. However, I've seen enough TV to know how to approach the situation (or that's what I'm telling myself), so I took the lead and knocked twice before I could chicken out.
The door opened to reveal a woman around Uther's age. She has dark brown hair with streaks of white in it, a slim face, and bloodshot hazel eyes. Not in a vampire-y way, but in a way that suggests she's been crying a lot. And, honestly, who can blame her?
"Uh. Catherine Rockham?" I asked softly. She sniffled and nodded. "I'm the Lady-Knight Astraea, these are Sir Lancelot and Merlin. We're here on behalf of Prince Arthur..." My dumbass heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name. "We want to ask you a few questions about your daughter Amelie."
The woman dropped her head and nodded, then she let us into her home.
Without saying a word, she led us into a dining room and motioned for us to sit down, then she disappeared into another room to the side, which I presume to be the kitchen.
