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
⏳August, 507 AD
I giggled while twirling a long lance around my body, being mindful of the sharp end as I did so. "This is fun. I feel like one of the Dora Milaje," I commented to Merlin and the knights. I jumped backwards with a gasp when the weapon suddenly slipped out of my hand, the sharp end barely missing my head as it tumbled to the grass below me. "Oops."
Merlin gave me a pointed look as he picked up the lance and he cast it aside, causing me to pout. "You are going to take your own head off, one of these days," he claimed.
"Well, make sure ya' get it on camera," I responded with a smirk that promptly fell when I realised what I said and who heard. "Ramblings of a crazy girl, don't ask," I told the knights before walking away to find something else to play with while we waited for Arthur to show up for training.
I found a slightly heavy leather ball inside the armoury and returned to my friends while tossing it in the air. "Who's up for some baseball?" I asked, then I halted when I noticed that the King had arrived. "Ah. Guess fun time's over," I said under my breath and I threw the ball aside before walking up to him. I grinned a little when I noticed he still had some sauce stains on his hair, but I didn't say anything (kinda wanting to see how long it took him to figure it out) as he pulled me to his side and kissed my forehead.
"Pair off, concentrate on counter-cutting," he instructed the knights.
My gaze travelled towards Gwaine. I wanna team-up with him again! He sent me a wink, which caused me to smile.
Arthur gently squeezed my body against his, snapping my attention back to himself as he said, "Astra, you are with me." I sighed in slight disappointment, but nodded anyway.
"What is that in your hair?" Gwaine suddenly questioned the King.
I bit my lip as I dropped my head to try to keep the giggles at bay.
"It's stew," Merlin replied from the sidelines.
"Why have you got stew in your hair?" Leon inquired as he frowned.
"Well, because he was reading," my brother replied as if it were an obvious thing. That broke me and I began to laugh again while the knights gave Arthur a bunch of confused looks, which only made me laugh harder.
Arthur clenched his jaw and he blinked rapidly for a few moments while staring at Merlin. "Change of plan," he stated. "I think we will try something different."
I raised my eyebrows as I turned to my brother. "Oh-oh. I think you're in trouble..."
Merlin was, indeed, in trouble. Arthur put a helmet on him and handed him a shield before moving him to the middle of the field. Then he went to get his sword and returned to my best friend, pausing for a second before starting to beat down on him like a kid wanting to show off during 'piñata' time at a party. My jaw dropped and I debated whether I should do something to defend my brother.
