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CHAPTER FORTY THREE, episode one, the darkest hour, part one.
ONE YEAR had passed. one whole year of morgana's betrayal. one whole year of estella's death. isabella was now twenty two, and it had been three years since she moved to camelot.
how had so much had happened in such little time?
it was bittersweet—isabella adored her home, however everything about camelot was a constant reminder of morgana and estella. if isabella wanted to go to her chambers, after the staircase, immediately she was faced with morgana's door, isabella's being opposite.
and whenever she walked into her own room, estella was not there waiting for her. she always hated the evenings and the mornings. going to bed without estella and morgana being there to wish her goodnight, and have their weekly sleepovers.
guinevere had replaced estella as isabella's handmaiden. isabella loved gwen with everything in her, but she couldn't help but feel lonely. the quartet of girls was now only a duo.
･ ｡ﾟ☆ princess isabellahad returned from visitingestella marilyn's grave in silence. her grave was so lonely. the flowers she had placed a few weeks ago had died, and the new ones didn't look as lifeless as they did when she picked them at a stall in camelot's village. isabella often traveled to and from camelot and devlin, devlin being where estella's grave was as that was where she grew up, however isabella's home was camelot now.
uther pendragon had not moved from his position in the chair of his chambers ever since he escaped the dungeons and morgana fled camelot with morgause's body. his heart was broken, and his spirit was gone. the only word's he had spoken to isabella was when he found out estella had died, and he looked up at her, and said. "i have failed you, and i am so sorry." underneath his breath.
so quiet isabella almost hadn't heard him.
but he hasn't spoken since.
isabella tried to stay her usual cheerful self when around the others, she didn't want them to have to not be their happy selves just because she as upset. plus, the knights and people around her always cheered her up.
like now, for example.
merlin held onto isabella's arm as they rushed through the kitchen, which was being decorated for celebrations of samhain, which was on the first day of november, celebrated by all as a festival marking the beginning of winter or the 'darker half' of the year, which was normally associated with death.
giggles filled the air as the two of them ran through. "oi!" the cook bellowed, "get out of my kitch—oh, i am sorry, your grace." she bowed dramatically after seeing isabella.
