Magical Encounters

Chapter 7

A/N: To everyone waiting for updates to this story, I am so sorry = ( . I blame it on a very long, very annoying writer’s block, and procrastination. Also this chapter is not edited, so there’ll probably be loads of errors, but feel free to point them out anyway. Feel free to comment, follow, and so on :D

Aaaanyways, on to the story yes?

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It was evening by the time the royal banquet began. Of course, only those of noble blood could attend such an event. It was held in the Great Hall, which was not really a hall at all. Rather it was a room, a room so vast it seemed as though it could take the entire population of Camelot. High vaulted ceilings curved to a point directly above the middle of the room. All around were windows triple the size of all others in the castle. In between these windows were tapestries, all of uniform length and size.

Intricately woven, with thread so fine it was barely visible, each tapestry was different. Those at the beginning were bright and colourful, showing scenes from past eras. Happy scenes, joyous scenes of victories, balls, beautiful lords and ladies all smiling, that was what the tapestries showed. After these came older scenes, less colourful, more somber. Faces were grimmer, battles bloodier.

It was at these tapestries that Clara found herself staring at. There were so many of them, so different in their own way that she could not help gazing at them. She had never been in the Great Hall before so she had never seen them before, they fascinated her.

She was too busy looking at the tapestries to notice when her name was called.

“Clara,” the voice said. She ignored it and averted her gaze to one of the happier tapestries.

“Clara,” it said again, more insistently. Puffing the air out of her cheeks irritably, Clara turned to the voice’s source.

“Yes, your Majesty?” she smiled politely.

Prince Nathan held out his goblet to her. “It’s empty,” he said.

“So it is,” she observed mildly, glancing at the vessel in his hand.

The prince frowned slightly.

 “Fill it up,” It was not a request. Hiding her annoyance for appearance’s sake, Clara gritted her teeth slightly and poured the honeyed mead from the silver jug she was holding into his goblet.

 She had been so happy when she realized that she would get to go to a real Royal banquet. No one in her village had ever even talked to a noble before and here she was, getting the opportunity to laugh and dance with them. Even her father had been temporarily forgotten in her excitement.

Clara remembered seeing the beautiful dress that had been laid out on the wood-backed chair in her quarters.

Made of a lush satin, it was set in the Pendragon colours. A sash the colour of the midday sun was wrapped tight around the bodice, a lovely contrast to the deep crimson of the actual dress. Despite being beautiful it really was not so fancy, yet it was the most luxurious thing Clara had ever worn in her life.

For a few moments Clara had simply looked at the dress on her bed, grinning widely. Then she decided to put it on, just to see if it fit. She went over to the burnished mirror in her washroom.

Light brown skin, dark green eyes and unruly shoulder length chestnut colored hair….yes, she was still her. The dress made her look a bit different though, more dignified. She added a few touches to her appearance here and there and then strolled out of her room.