#arzhur

                                                               ------  if  it  was  known.  

                    But  she  means  neither  him  nor  his  kingdom  any  harm.  Lungs  exhale  a  fatigued  breath,  old  trees  watching  patiently  as  she  bows  her  head  relentingly.  “  The  elderflower  and  primrose  that  grow  here  are  particularly  effective.  The  villages  around  Camelot  don’t  always  have  access  to  a  physician  and  their  men  cannot  constantly  travel  to  the  castle  to  ask  for  help.  I  do  what  I  can.  ”  

                    “  I  did  not  mean  to  interrupt  your  activities,  I  apologise.  ”

"You like things with a bit of history, don’t you? You like your stories to read and tell.” He does. He knows. And he’s much a wine in that regard -- beyond a doubt; there’s few things in life so violently certain -- aged well and whose notes drink unfathomably, unspeakably deep. And there: he is deep. His pretty clothes catch the gleam of lamplight, shimmery in an ancient grace that doesn’t meet the cunning of his eyes, and the princely thing smiles. Raises his hand. Crooks a finger, innocent. “I can pale your books. Why don’t you read me?”

The Northern Road through Rhovanion is no stranger to merchants en route from Mistrand, though perhaps travelers did not venture as close to the borders of the kingdom of Camelot without due appointment. Still, she gambles in the daylight, hoping others to bypass an “Easterling woman” with only a few suspicious looks. The oncoming company of knights were not foreseen, however.

'Hold still', she says quietly, her fingers tightening around his elbow to stop him from moving, 'this is complicated magic'. She understands why he might instinctively want to pull away at the sight of her eyes shifting to gold - he might not be his father, but he grew up with those beliefs and ideas, and she imagines it's hard to believe she's not going to hurt him.

A knight. He never thought that this day would come. He had felt guilty for lying about in the past about his legitimacy of being a knight. He didn’t come from a noble home; he was just a normal man who came from a small village. His entire family had been killed off by bandits. He swore that he would do everything in his power to learn how to use a sword and protect those who couldn’t protect themselves. Now that he was here, back in Camelot, it felt right to be here again.

He was quiet as he approached Arthur, his king. He knew that there was going to be some new changes from his old life to his new life. Now that it was a new morning, newly knighted, he needed to know about his new duties. “My king? What is your first task that you wish for you to do?” He wasn’t exactly sure what Arthur would need of him, but he was ready and willing to do it all.