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, 507 AD
"Have you got everything?" Gwen questioned as she stood in my closet, her eyes meticulously scanning it for something. Presumably anything that I may have forgotten to pack for the journey.
"Let's hope so," I replied with a nonchalant shrug. She placed her hands on her hips as she turned to me with an indecipherable look in her eyes. "I'm sure Gawant has shops I can visit if I'm missing anything – which I'm not," I pointed a stern finger at my friend.
She looked past me and towards my bed – where my closed and locked navy blue suitcase sat – and raised an eyebrow as she asked, "Where is the dress?"
I huffed, "Inside. Obviously."
"Astra!" she raised her voice in a scolding manner as she darted towards the suitcase. I tilted my head as I watched her go. "You cannot stuff a dress inside a travel trunk!" I had to hold back a snort at her interesting vocabulary. "It will get wrinkles!"
"I didn't stuff it! I folded it!"
Gwen scoffed, "I have seen the state of your closet. I am not sure that our definitions of 'folding' align."
She went to open the suitcase as I stood in place, wondering when she'd turned into a bossy fairy godmother. Last I checked, I'd 'officially' appointed her my 'girl-in-the-chair' in an effort to get Arthur to raise her salary once more after learning that she'd been demoted by Uther following Morgana's betrayal – since there was no longer a position for 'Lady's maidservant', or whatever that's called. Much to my surprise, it had worked! Arthur hadn't even asked me to explain what I meant. He'd simply agreed to raise her earnings and take her out of the serving force and into 'my employment' (I prefer to think that she's my friend whom I pay so that she doesn't have to work and can hang out with me instead) without argument.
My contemplative thoughts were interrupted by an incessant jingling sound. I focused my gaze and found that Gwen was having trouble opening the suitcase. 'Cause, y'know, she doesn't have the combination to the lock. Lucky for me, because I suddenly remembered that I'd put my tablet and solar charger inside.
"Here," I said as I walked up to her and gently nudged her out of the way, then I turned my back to her as I worked the lock and quickly put an admittedly badly-folded hoodie over the electronic devices before pulling out the dress and hurrying to close the suitcase again.
Gwen swiftly took the fancy gown from me and unfolded it, letting it stretch all the way to the ground. "See? Wrinkles," she noted as she motioned towards the bottom part of it with her head. I gave her a sheepish grin. "I am going to get an appropriate garment bag for it," she announced before carefully folding the dress over her arm and leaving the room.
"Thanks, Gwennie!" I called after her with a sweet smile and heard her chuckle as she closed the door.
Then I let out a sigh of relief, feeling slightly mortified at the close call with my twenty-first century secrets. I'm losing my edge. I blame Arthur and his brain-jumbling perfect imperfection.
