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
⏳June, 506 AD
Arthur and I jumped apart as if we'd suddenly had lava poured between us and we sat up.
My heart nearly somersaulted out of my mouth and my stomach twisted into undoable knots when my eyes landed on none other than freaking Uther, who sat atop Gandalf with an indecipherable look on his face. Then my gaze found a smirking Morgana on Cinderella just behind him.
If ever there's ever a perfect moment for Thanos to spawn into existence and snap me out of it – this is definitely it.
"Crap, I knew it," I muttered under my breath as I dropped my gaze and my body cowered while I awaited the volcanic rage that will no doubt start raining down upon Arthur and I in a few moments.
Arthur clutched my hand tightly.
Instead of yelling at us in an angry outburst, Uther began to laugh, placing a hand over his heart as his eyes crinkled – which somehow only increased the fear I felt. It's eerie to see him like that.
"W-why is he laughin'?" I asked Arthur in a shaky whisper.
He seemed as puzzled as I was. He gulped before addressing his father, "I thought you would be furious..."
I nodded in agreement, not trusting my words as I focused all of my energy on keeping my lungs functional.
Arthur stood up and gallantly helped me to my feet, wrapping an arm around my waist to steady me when I stumbled over my trembling legs.
"Furious?!" Uther questioned in between chuckles. "I have been praying for this!"
I choked on air, feeling as if I'd just been hit by a train. Or as if I'd just fallen off one while crossing the Alps. "Wait – what?!"
"You have?" Arthur asked, a grin growing on his pretty lips and his eyes filling with hope.
I remained a half-alive wreck, still battling with my lungs and heart to keep them from failing.
"Of course! For quite some time!" Uther chirped.
I blinked rapidly as I stared at him. How can he want this?! Did he hit his head?! I'm nobody!
The question flew out of my mouth before I could process it – "Why?!"
Uther's glinting eyes fell on me, his smile not leaving his lips. "Perhaps it is not the ideal alliance between kingdoms that I had hoped for, but you have always been perfectly loyal to Camelot, you are wise beyond your years, and I am confident that you can be schooled into becoming a great queen. I could not ask for a better bride for my son!"
Bride?!
What the fork!?
My guts continued to twist and fill with acid, making me feel almost nauseated and light-headed.
