"Your Majesty!" One of the knights -- a new initiate who had just finished training -- sprinted into the throne room. His brow was coated in a thin sheet of sweat, his eyes wide in panic. The queen held up a hand to the court member she was talking to, turning to the frantic looking knight. She took in his disheveled appearance and ragged breaths.
"What is it?" Her voice and face were equally soft in their manner.
He held up a white roll of paper, sealed with a golden ribbon and the symbol of the Pendragons. The red wax shone in the light, taunting her.
"Camelot calls for aid,"
The queen rushed down the steps, snatching the scroll from the knight's hands and tearing it open. Her eyes scanned over it furiously, drinking in every word. With every line, her heart sunk deeper. It couldn't be. It should never have been.
She looked up to the knight, "We will not turn from them now," She crumpled the note and threw it into a nearby brazier. "Round up our forces. We ride at sundown."
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Mistress of Mercia
FanfictionValda, daughter of King Bayard, and heir to the throne of Mercia has always believed Camelot to be a place of despair and darkness. With a King, whose heart is filled with hatred, ruling with an iron fist, and a spoiled brat of a prince, Valda wonde...
