The Promised Prince

Arturia gazed blankly at the man standing in front of her, his words weaving a narrative so whimsical it seemed plucked from the pages of fables and folklore, a realm far removed from the harshness of reality.

"How long?" Her voice cracked, the question hanging heavy in the air.

The dark-haired man let out a soft exhale, sorrow etched in his eyes. "More than a century."

Arturia's eyes fluttered shut at the revelation, a span of time that had seen her loved ones fade into memory, her family dispersed like whispers in the wind. "My wife, my daughters , where have they gone?" Her piercing gaze bore into Merlin. "Tell me, Merlin, what fate befell my family?"