Ruelle Hood, Robin Hoods younger sister has to leave Locksley and seek protection under the orders of King Uther.
Her brother being the reasoning of it. Ruelles life was threatened by Rainault (The sheriff of Nottingham) And with the siblings being...
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Ruelle, grunted as she tried to tie up her own dress, her arms began to ache as she couldn't quite fit the ribbons in the hooks. With a sigh her arms dropped to her side as she glanced towards the oak table in her room where Martha sat watching her struggle.
"Okay. I guess you can help me now Martha." Ruelle said with a smirk. The red head had been at Camelot for just over two months now and had settled in quite well and managed to somewhat tame Martha's behaviour much to Uthers surprise.
Martha giggled and shot up out of the chair, nearly tripping over her own feet and rushing towards the older girl. "Not to say I told you so, but I kind of told you so." She said smugly with a smile.
"Yeah, yeah... don't let it get to your head." Ruelle chuckled. "So, are you excited for the arrival of the other kingdoms?" Ruelle asked the blonde as the maid tugged on the ribbons.
Martha nodded aggressively. "Yes, but I am very nervous, I don't want to mess up and make myself look like a fool." Ruelle turned around with a small smile, placing a hand on the small girls shoulder.
"Don't worry you won't. And if you feel uncomfortable just tell me and I will make a excuse for you to leave."
"Thankyou!" The giddy blonde said pulling Ruelle into a hug. Ruelle rolled her eyes but patted her on the back with a smile, lightly returning the hug.
"Come on. We have kings and that snobby princess to dine with." Ruelle, realised what she said, quickly looking down at the girl. "And you will take care and not mention to anyone that I called the lady Vivian snobby."
The blonde blushed, remembering the last time she spoke out and got put in the stocks. "Yes my lady. My lips are sealed."
Ruelle just smiled with a nod as the duo walked out of her bedroom and towards the hall.
"I don't get why Morgana, Vivian and I have to wear white or silver though." Ruelle muttered with distaste to which the quirky girl beside her just shrugged with a skip in her step.
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A jester pranced around the hall, bells on his head piece jingling and blowing fire. He danced up to the top of the table where the kings sat and pretended to gag, only for fire to be blown out of his mouth like a dragon to light the candles.
"But it is not enough to just please the gentlemen of the court. Now I have a spectacle for the ladies." The jester said with a high pitched voice which slowly turned into a soft velvety voice, making Ruelle quirk a eyebrow.
The Court fell silent as the jester raised both of his arms. Loads of delicate blue butterflies flew out from his clothes and fluttered around the room causing the audience to gasp in amusement.
Jester gasped. "But what is this? Lady Vivian." He walked up to the wide eyed blonde and reached his hand towards her ear. Ruelle couldn't help but notice the stoney look on Olaf's face as the jester touched the side of her head.
