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
⏳September, 506 AD
I moved one of my pawns a square forwards and leaned back on my chair with a grin tugging at my lips as I stared at a slouching and slightly pale King Uther. My heart pounded steadily against my chest while I inwardly prayed that this would get a reaction from him. But he made no moves. His focus seemed lost in whatever mental multiverse of madness he was immersed in
"Your turn, buddy," I pressed, then I gave him a minute or two while keeping my gaze fixed on him.
Growing antsy, I sighed and decided to keep going. "Right, so, usually you just mirror me for the first few moves," I mumbled as I reached to move his own pawn, then I moved another one of mine and waited again.
Nothing came, so I copied my move again with his pieces. "Then I bring out my knight," I narrated as I moved one of my knights to the front. "And you get intimidated and bring out your queen 'cause you've learnt nothing," I said as I moved Uther's queen forwards. I slid one of my bishops to threaten her and leaned back again, hoping that the menace would snap him out of his trance. But he remained stoic.
My body jolted when Gwen entered the room unexpectedly, carrying a tray with tea and some pastries on it.
"Any luck?" she asked as she set the tray down on the table, right next to the chessboard.
"Nope. He's like a forking statue," I replied in a mumble. I rapidly ventured to clap my hands in front of Uther's face. Gwen jumped with a slight gasp, while he remained unmoving.
I huffed, "Y'know, I almost wanna hire a sorcerer and have them turn his hair pink. That's bound to get a reaction." Gwen's eyes widened in horror, causing me to laugh. "But I could just do that myself," I noted and I laughed harder when her jaw dropped.
"You would not dare!"
"Is that a challenge, Gwennie?" I asked with a smirk.
"Do not answer that. She will do it," Arthur's voice suddenly entered the conversation, causing my heart to skip a beat.
My eyes darted towards the door to find him leaning casually against the threshold, a playful grin curving his lips as he watched me with amusement dancing in his pretty eyes.
I raised a mischievous eyebrow. "You think it'd work?"
"I am not answering that, either," he responded while pointing a stern finger.
"I'm taking it as a 'yes', then," I stated as my smile grew.
"No, it would not work," Gwen quickly stepped in.
"Well, there's only one way to find out," I countered.
"Astra – you are not going to colour the King's hair pink!" Merlin seemingly materialised at Arthur's side and he gave me a serious look.
