𝕭𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝕿𝖜𝖔
𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: From trolls to dragons to foreign princesses, Astraea Aphelion grows stronger as she
continues to navigate medieval Britain using her wit and heart, standing unshaken beside Merlin and Arthur as they face every threa...
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📍 Camelot
⏳April, 506 AD
"I hate everyone," I grumbled in a whisper as I walked towards the throne room with Merlin and Arthur. The latter looked particularly gorgeous dressed in formal clothes, topped off by his red Pendragon cape.
Arthur gave my arm a gentle nudge, causing me to fist my hands to restrain the urge to grab his hand, and he asked, "Even me?"
"Depends–" I responded, "were you an accomplice in whatever this is?"
"No..."
"Then I don't hate you."
You see, I was rudely awakened earlier than usual by none other than freaking Uther, who commanded me to bathe, get dressed, and meet him in the throne room an hour later without any explanations for why. Then Gwen came around and coerced me to get into an uncomfortable red dress before playing stylist with my hair. Finally, Arthur and Merlin showed up to walk with me.
I frowned when we entered the throne room to find it lined with lavishly dressed courtiers. Uther and Morgana stood on the throne platform, the King sporting an unusual smile.
"Arthur, it is an exciting day," Uther stated as Arthur and I stepped onto the platform and stood beside him. Merlin remained below.
I plopped down on the rug that covers the platform and sat criss-cross, earning various looks of disapproval that I couldn't care less about. I began to fiddle with the fringes of the rug.
"The arrival of Lord Godwyn is always a cause for celebration," the Prince responded with a small grin.
My head snapped towards Uther as my eyes widened. "Lord Godwyn?!"
"Yes," he replied while sighing in clear exasperation and giving me a pointed look. Then he returned his attention towards Arthur, "And Princess Elena. I hear she is something of a beauty."
I started to bite on my bottom lip, rapidly drawing blood, as my stomach began to twist.
"Really?" Arthur questioned, looking slightly uneasy as he avoided his father's excited gaze.
"Probably a bratty snob, too," I muttered under my breath.
Arthur frowned as he echoed, "Strategic?"
"I have always thought so," Uther responded. "We have always thought so... That is, Lord Godwyn and myself... That is, he finds you strategic; not Princess Elena."
I couldn't hold my tongue any longer as the King kept rambling and I sprung to my feet as I exclaimed, "I thought I gave you a million reasons why this isn't a good idea! And you agreed!"
