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/   pls note that i am currently working, so drops will be delayed!!

* he had kind of forgotten about that problem, caught up in everything else. but now that she was reminding him, it was all coming rushing back in. reality had a way of doing that, apparently * Do you happen to have any idea how we're supposed to break that news to him? Because I don't think writing a letter and sending him an invite is going to be sufficient. * actually, truth be told, he wasn't really sure how to handle this situation. Arthur had more lessons on diplomacy than the average person, but nothing had really prepared him for this kind of situation. the man wasn't all that different from his own father, if truth was told. both were set in their own ways, cruel and harsh without ever considering bending for anyone around them *

@gloriousoceans ⠀⠀ [she offered a kind smile, her gaze flickering over every feature as if committing it to memory, as if she did not want to ever forget this moment. and she didn’t, because it felt like he had become one of the sole reasons she breathed. she never wanted to forget him, never wanted to lose him.]  i would never find your colors uncomfortable, unless your father wears them the very same day.. then it’s just a tad unsettling.  [even now, her hatred for his father was evident, no matter how harmless her tone was.]  i do not wish to stress you out, but.. we must figure out the situation with my father before we can marry. he still expects me to carry my end of the deal, which i never properly agreed to, by the way. i do not wish for him to found out that i am to wed you from anyone else, because then i truly believe he would wage a war against camelot.  [and he would no doubt use his magic, which would force her in the position to use hers to not only defend the kingdom she’d grown to love and cherish, but the prince as well.]

* his hand moved up on its own accord to cover hers, leaning into her touch. his eyes closed slightly, missing the look she gave him. although, considering how blind he was according to several knights, he may not have even seen it anyway.  how had he survived without her for so long? he hadn't even realised he was missing something, at least not until she had come into his life  * You don't have to wear Camelot's colours, Mirya. Not unless you want to. I would not force you into anything that you may find uncomfortable. * he didn't really care what colours she wore, as long as they didn't belong to any other prince. the thought of that was just a little too much for him to bear *

* he'd let her stay for the wedding, of that she had no doubt. her father wasn't cruel, practical and sometimes ignorant of the fact she didn't want to play those games, but never intentionally hurtful * I will be here. I'll write to him now and he'll understand. I just.... * she trailed off then, not even sure what she was going to say. maybe it was better she didn't voice it. the moment she put it into words, it become too real *

@winterstragedy ⠀⠀ [mirya let out a quiet sigh, for her magic had never looked so good before. but she would not dare to sway ayleth’s father without her knowledge or consent, no matter how tempting it was. with a huff, she held out her arm for her friend.]  if he does not let you stay for my wedding, i will throw a fit. we all know how that will go.  [a joke to try and lighten the mood, but a poor one. clearly, all of her old humor was thrown out the window.]  perhaps, i could conjure an illusion for your father.. lifelike with your mannerisms, just so that you could attend.

My father... is a complicated man. * it wasn't something she had wanted to address right now. or ever, to be honest. but there wasn't a whole lot of options, seeing as Mirya had wanted her to stay so desperately * The only reason I was sent here was as a pawn. A political power move. My father is a good man, I can't deny that, but when you grow up in a small kingdom, where you've fought tooth and nail your whole life to keep what you have, then you're willing to sacrifice everything... Now that Camelot isn't a viable option, he will send me somewhere else...

/      @hyrded   you happen to see a lot of my accounts. i’m thinking you’re over here seeking me out ‼️ /j

@harnessedpower  &.        pUH-lease.       you put this baby creed out here for EVERYONE to see. i just happened to see it.. with my own two eyeballs. 

/      @hyrded   i’m starting to think you’re stalking me here, kal. </3

/late but pls 

I truly don't mind. Lancelot isn't going to ever see me in that light, and even if he does, the man is far too noble to do anything about it. He'd be properly scandalised to learn that a princess was interested in a commoner.  But I do, however, expect to be invited to your wedding when it happens.

@winterstragedy ⠀⠀⠀ this is not how our friendship works, ayleth. you are the reason I said yes, so now it’s time for YOU to get your happy ending. and i will hear no argument about this, you can’t argue with the future queen of camelot. (:

Oh Mirya, don't worry about me. It's more important that you get this happy ending. This is all you ever wanted and now look at you. Everything you ever dreamed about is coming true.

All comments about the princess's friend were completely forgotten, (she really wasn't all that important in Arthur's mind) at the blonde prince found himself staring up at Mirya with another hint of surprise running through him. She agreed?? He hadn't expected that response from her. Maybe a 'yes, in the future' kind of thing. Or at least something to that effect. He didn't think she would have turned him down completely. But right at this moment, considering how mad she probably still was with him? It definitely hadn't been very high up on his list of things to get her to agree with. He had no idea who he should have been thanking right at the moment, but he certainly wasn't about to argue with her.  A relieved sigh escaped him, one he hadn't even been sure he was holding in the first place, reaching up to take her left hand, sliding the golden band onto her finger. It was a perfect fit, despite having had to send Gwaine to go and get it made up. The light reflected off the gold, and it looked in his mind anyway, like it had belonged there her entire life. Rising to his feet, he found himself taking both of her hands in his again, a sincere look on his features. "You have made me the happiest man alive," he told her, his voice low, still partially wondering if this was all just a dream.

@gloriousoceans ⠀⠀⠀ “while she came seeking a marriage, it was not to you. did her father wish it so? yes, but i’m afraid her heart belongs to another. so i don’t care what you say, she’s staying at least until she’s able to tell that silly knight how she feels.” she was stubborn, the better part of her father that she received for being his daughter. thankfully she never got the bloodthirsty part of him, but surely she would have if her mother had not been a living saint. unfitting for a princess but something mirya would do anyway, she crossed her arms over her chest to prove her point. she would not, under any circumstances, send her best friend away until she got a chance at her own happiness over her father’s— the same kindness that ayleth showed her. it did not completely fade from her mind when her love spoke the next very confusing words, but it was not at the very front of it like she would have loved for it to be.
             ⠀⠀⠀ “what are you talking about?” the words left her lips shortly before he got down on his knee and fiddled inside of his pocket. while she had never been so close to a proposal before, she knew what it was the moment he pulled the golden ring out and held it to her. sometimes her kingdom would plan weddings in the castle, for her father liked to please her mother whenever he did something awful with something she loved— love itself. commitment of the highest degree, to the person you desire to spend the rest of your life with. some were political, she knew that, but she had always told mirya that she could tell when they were truly in love from the way they looked at each other— like the way arthur was looking at her now. her gaze surely widened out of surprise and her mouth didn’t know the words she needed to form in the moment. she said it just moments before, why couldn’t she say it now? “yes,” not quite how she imagined that she would say it, but it would do. it would have to. “arthur pendragon. i would love to.”

He didn't see why he couldn't just send them all home now and be done with it. he hadn't wanted most of them here anyway and he saw no reason to delay. all it was doing was giving the others false hopes and making it harder to get rid of them when the time came. although... it may not hurt them to stay as witnesses to a wedding in the near future. "She can have whatever time she needs to pack, but there's no point in delaying the inevitable. They all came here, seeking out a marriage to secure their own places but we now know such a thing isn't going to happen," he pointed out gently to the dark haired girl. Apparently, she and this Ayleth were quite close. Closer than he had expected. And unless the girl was a servant of some sort, she really wouldn't be able to stay. No doubt her own family would want her to return so they could look for their next political manoeuvre. But he shook his head, glancing back down at the woman in front of him. "I had it all planned out. It was supposed to be a lot more romantic than this. I was meant to have a candlelit dinner set up and I was supposed to be doing this properly. But I guess you and I aren't supposed to do things the traditional way." He was already going to be in trouble if his father ever found out the truth, but damn it, he didn't care. Not anymore. Easing himself down on one knee, he found himself digging into his pocket, looking for something. When he found it, he pulled out the golden band, holding it up to her. "Will you, Mirya Bainbridge, do me the honour of becoming my wife and future queen of Camelot?"

* not quite the way she wanted this to go. And she had no idea how to hold up her end now. The whole point had been to get the two of them to reunite, to stop a prince from sulking and her best friend from being miserable. The two of them may not have realised it yet, but they were a perfect match, despite being a political arrangement to start with. They both just needed to see it * I'm glad he sent you as well. It's not very often that we can make friends in such a situation. * it probably did make it easier that Ayleth had dug her feet in and refused to even consider the prince as a choice. She had never liked blondes * But you have someone you need to go talk to and there's no point in delaying it any longer.

@winterstragedy ⠀⠀⠀ i will give the prince of camelot a chance, as long as you hold up your end of our deal. if i forgive him and you two are not the newest happy couple, we will be having quite the talk.    [  manipulation was never a good look on her, at least to herself, but that was what she was doing in the moment. but if it meant that at the very least ayleth could be happy, it was worth doing.  ]    a brief topic change, i’m glad my father sent me here. if he hadn’t, i would have never met you— known you in the way i do now. i’m grateful for it.

* her problems weren't minor and personally Ayleth would have rather buried them. But apparently she needed to take this hit if it meant helping out Mirya and Arthur work this out * Fine, I'll speak with Lancelot but you need to give Arthur a chance to redeem himself. It sounds like he's trying and for a prince, that is a good start. Most wouldn't have bothered. But he's trying Mirya. Give him that chance at the very least.

* he was going to need help if he ever wanted to convince her of the truth. Running a hand through his hair, he did let out a sigh, not even bothering to try and hide it * Very well then. I guess that's it. * or at least it was for now. He'd be damned if this was the last of it though. He wasn't swallowing his pride for no reason * Princess Mirya. Have a lovely day.

@gloriousoceans ⠀⠀⠀ [  she didn’t even let out a sigh, although she really wanted to in the moment. she was past the point of giving him any more of her, but instead she would only be the princess— vain, but polite in public. she would do what was expected of her, no more and certainly no less.  ]    you did not hurt me, you merely showed me who you were. it was my fault for expecting anything different. it won’t happen again and all will be well.

* this was not going the way he had expected it too. He wasn't quite sure how he expected it to go, maybe more yelling, more screaming, but certainly not this empty, this cold. He could work with anger but he had no idea where to even begin with this * I understand you're angry at me. You have every right to be. I made a mistake and I need to rectify that. I never meant to hurt you. * there was really little else he could say. He messed up, big time, and that was all there was to it *