𝕭𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝕿𝖜𝖔
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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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📍 Somewhere in medieval Britain
⏳August, 506 AD
My eyes opened and they instantly widened at the same time as my heart began to race when I found a chubby elderly woman standing above me.
"Welcome back, darling!" she chirped, showing off her disgusting teeth (or lack thereof, as most of them were missing; whereas the remaining ones were dark yellow in colour with bits of brown and black).
I scrunched up my nose at the rotten egg smell coming from her mouth and tried to scoot away from her, only for my back to hit a solid surface. A headboard, I realised.
"Who the f*ck are you?!" I asked, not bothering to filter out the curse word as I sat up on the hard mattress. My breath hitched when I saw that my left hand was tied tightly to the bedpost with a rough manila rope.
My body shivered from the low temperature in the room.
"Sorry, darling, that is just a precaution," the woman said with a mischievous grin as she poked at my restrained limb, making me clench my jaw. A wave of nausea came over me at the sound of the pet name. Only Arthur calls me that!
Oh, heck!
Arthur and Merlin!
Dallas!
"We cannot have you running away, now!" she added and she skipped along the cracked wooden floorboards as she headed towards a wardrobe that seemed to be close to breaking apart.
I gazed at my surroundings and found that I was in a fairly large room with dark stone walls covered in cobwebs. The wardrobe, sheetless bed, and a beige carpet (I couldn't tell if it was really beige, or just that dirty) were the only pieces of furniture in it, and the window was barred with wooden poles.
"Where the hell am I?" I questioned. I honestly doubt I'll get a straight answer, though.
"This is your new home!" the woman exclaimed. She retrieved a puffy mustard-yellow dress with black trimmings from the wardrobe.
"Sure it is," I scoffed as my eyes started to scan the room for a way to escape.
"Consider yourself one of the lucky ones, darling," she stated while smiling widely. I really wish she'd stop doing that! "My Jarl is an enchanting man, and he will make you very happy!"
I gulped as my heart-rate accelerated even more. "Who the f*ck is Jarl?"
And who the f*ck names their kid 'Jarl'.
"He is my son, and an incredible merchant! He owns this place!" she replied proudly as she dropped the dress onto my lap.
I clenched my jaw to hold back a sneeze that threatened to emerge due to the dust that flew off the garment.
