{Forté has been fascinated with magic all her life, but, much to her dismay, she has no magical abilities. Forté lives a rather mundane life, running a small tavern on the outskirts of Camelot. One day, she comes face to face with a sorcerer on the run, Mezzo.}      {Fueled by curiosity and attraction, Forté helps Mezzo slip out of Camelot, only to watch him hang when he's captured in the forest.}     {Bitter and feeling betrayed by the kingdom she loves, Forté helps magical beings escape the prejudice of Camelot by smuggling them out the city.} 

Eva had been working in the castle for ages, still not discovered as a witch, by some miracle.  On her way home for the day, she looked to the side and saw a face that looked awfully familiar.  "Arthur?" she called out to the face, starting to head that way.  "Arthur Pendragon, is that you, Your Majesty?"

       "My Lady, you sent for me? Is all well?"

           "Come on, that was like, ten minutes ago. I've changed!"

       Oliver omg

           "     you do realize that you're bleeding?"

Lay me down - The Dirty Heads

          "    it's my birthday, I'll drink as much as I please, thanks."