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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📍 Somewhere in medieval Britain
⏳May, 507 AD
Oliver seemed in awe as he watched Arthur analyse the dampened dirt below us. He even hopped off Cinderella and moved to crouch beside him, frowning in confusion. The King glanced at him for a second and pointed at something, "See here? This is clearly a hoof-print."
My cousin tilted his head and squinted his eyes. He reached forwards with his hand and traced a triangular shape with his finger. "Right, that's the frog," he noted, then looked up at Arthur for confirmation.
"Exactly."
"And it points that way," Oliver motioned towards the east.
Arthur nodded in response.
Oliver grinned widely and moved on to look over another moved patch of dirt. I heard Aggravate let out an exasperated sigh some metres behind me on his horse and I glared at him for a few seconds before returning my attention to the two boy scouts, feeling thrilled that my... boyfriend and my cousin are getting along!
"Is this another one?" Oliver asked, a hopeful gilt in his eyes.
Arthur moved to his side and grinned as he nodded, "Yes. Good job."
My cousin turned to look at me with a wide smile and I chuckled at his excitement.
"Six horses running east. The tracks are no more than a day old," the King finally concluded.
"How can you tell that?" Oliver wondered as Arthur went to get back on Tequila.
"The edges are still sharp and there is little dirt inside the print," the blond explained briefly.
My cousin raised his eyebrows and nodded in understanding before returning to Cinderella.
With Arthur in the lead, we all took off galloping in the direction of the tracks. I had to hold back Dallas a little as he kept wanting to get in front. Normally, I would've been only too happy to allow it, but this wasn't the time to play racehorse. We needed to find our team.
Some minutes later, the King slowed down his horse and held up a hand as they came to a halt so that the rest of us would stay back. My Thoroughbred stopped swiftly off a soft 'woah' and instantly lowered his neck to munch on some grass while Arthur dismounted again and looked around.
He looked disconcerted as he pressed his lips, so I jumped off Dallas and went to stand beside him. I rolled my eyes when Aggravate followed, but said nothing as I linked my arm with Arthur's.
"The tracks stop here," he announced with a frustrated huff. I bit my bottom lip as my heart skipped a couple of beats, fear striking at my chest.
"I fear we are wasting our time, Sire," Agravaine said. "For all we know, they could have gone back to Camelot already."
