Post by Arthur Pendragon on Jan 12, 2019 18:58:33 GMT -5
for the love
OF CAMELOT
Arthur knew that there were many that would disagree with what he was doing. Which, was why he didn't even tell anyone. Not even Merlin. At first light, he had already saddled his horse and was outside the city gates. He needed time alone. Time alone and away from everything and everyone to just . . . process. Process all that had happened. In a matter of days, his life had completely changed. He knew it was inevitable, but that made it no easier to mourn the loss of his father. Nor to worry about the position he was now in. King. The good of the kingdom rested on his shoulders. The pressures of it. The well being of his people. He still did not feel as if he was ready. Perhaps he never would. The faith others held in him meant the world, but did nothing to ease his own fears.
So he decided to go for a ride at this time. Clad in casual riding attire. Shedding himself of his cape and armour which, not be a common occurrence in the rank he now held. He wished to enjoy just a bit of time to himself though, before he would return and work would consume him. Dismounting, he stopped by a lake to let his horse drink. The sun was now fully out, and the day a beautiful one. Just as yesterday had been; the day of his coronation. He tied the reins of his horse to a branch, patting his neck as a rustle of leaves cause his attentions to turn towards the source. His hand automatically reaching for the hilt of his sword that was still sheathed. But when he saw who it was, he relaxed. "Lady Elenora," he both acknowledged and questioned. "What brings you out here?" So far from the city . . . and seemingly alone.
So he decided to go for a ride at this time. Clad in casual riding attire. Shedding himself of his cape and armour which, not be a common occurrence in the rank he now held. He wished to enjoy just a bit of time to himself though, before he would return and work would consume him. Dismounting, he stopped by a lake to let his horse drink. The sun was now fully out, and the day a beautiful one. Just as yesterday had been; the day of his coronation. He tied the reins of his horse to a branch, patting his neck as a rustle of leaves cause his attentions to turn towards the source. His hand automatically reaching for the hilt of his sword that was still sheathed. But when he saw who it was, he relaxed. "Lady Elenora," he both acknowledged and questioned. "What brings you out here?" So far from the city . . . and seemingly alone.