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𝟘.𝟘𝟙 The Beginning of a Friendship

" Guinevere, come back here!" Guinevere's father yelled sternly from far away, glaring at his daughter. Young Guinevere giggled back as response and ran further away from her father. Looking back, Guinevere was about to stop to rest for a while when she bumped into a small boy around her age. They both fell down to the floor, groaning.

" Speak! Who are you?" She said grumpily.

" You must be Guinevere. I'm Gusion and you smell horrible." The boy smirked and offered his hand.

"Excuse me? Do you know the flower language of Mattiola Incana? My shampoo is the scent of it! " Guinevere pouted cutely, watching this boy chuckle at her response.

" What can you do? " Gusion questioned, bemused by the girl in front of him. 

" I have powers! And I know magic! You can call me Ms Violet, " Guinevere beamed proudly, about to show him her self-created magic orb.

" Guinevere! Come back here now!" Just then, her father's voice was heard again and Guinevere have Gusion a small wave. 

" I got to go! Bye! I'll see you around!" Guinevere said cheerfully, running back to her father.

Watching Guinevere running back to the Noble House of Baroques, Gusion smiled and picked up a small flower on the grass. It was the beautiful Matthiola Incana, as good-smelling as what Guinevere had said. 

Oh yes, they'll be seeing each other soon indeed.

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"Gusion! Where have you ran off to? " The loud voice of the Lord of Paxely sounded. 

"I'm sorry Father, I simply lost my way while walking around in the castle." Gusion said emotionlessly. Since he was young, his father obviously paid more attention to his three other brothers , Aamon being his favourite. Of course, perfect Aamon would be the attention of everyone, Gusion thought bitterly. How he wished for someone to notice him among his three talented brothers.

The Lord of Paxleys narrowed his eyes but did not say anything more. As he let out a small sigh, the Lord of Baroques entered, following him was two children. 

" Good Evening. These are my children, Princess Guinevere of Baroques and Prince Lancelot." The Lord of Baroques said in a deep voice. 

Guinevere gave the Lord of Paxley a small curtsy while Lancelot bowed down. When Guinevere looked up, she was surprised to find the boy from earlier on next to Lord Paxley.

What is he doing there? Guinevere wondered, confusion etched on her face. 

"So, that's Guinevere? The one Aamon is supposed to marry?"

"Yes this is her. It will be arranged when she is of age and the wedding will be-"

"Wait, father? You are going to propose a marriage for Guinevere? " Lancelot asked incredously.

" Do not say anything more, Lancelot. She have to do it for the family so that we can have connections to the Paxley family," The Lord of Baroques hissed into Lancelot's ear. "You have to take my throne and become king when you are of age." 

"Father, you cannot do this to Guinevere!" shouted Lancelot, reddening.

"Enough! We will discuss this matter later. Servants, please send Guinevere and Lancelot out to the library." The Lord of Baroques ordered, shooting Lancelot a death glare.

"The Paxleys family is hereby invited to stay in the Baroque Castle for a few days for our meeting." The Lord of Baroque announced.

"Yes, let's continue about Guinevere's betrothal to Aamon then. In time to come." The Lord of Paxley said, his smile widening.