An Overdue Return

[ysoria]

Ysoria de Rysme, a noble of Camelot, entered the waking city beside her father. They entered on horses, walking them at a fair pace to enjoy the city. Her father had been here a few times as visits, but for Ysoria, it had been many years since the young woman visited the lovely city and the Royal Family. And now both were here to stay, or so they hoped.

She couldn't hide her slight grin as eyes turned towards her. The light of the sun made the young woman's white gown -- a hood drooped lightly over her head -- seemingly glow along with her blond hair. She wore a grin, or more of a soft smile, as she rode upon the white mare Nothing could have been more unobvious than her identity -- or at least, her secret identity.

Sure, she was happy to be in Camelot once more, but now sneaking out unnoticed would become harder for her. Many nights she took on a secret identity, that of an assassin by the name of Deloys Fergant. No one could know the truth. She hadn't eve been allowed to touch a weapon, but she had, and was quite good with them if she could say so herself!

She had killed her mother and older brother, and then set it up so that it was believed that she and they had been attacked by bandits. This was nearly five years ago, when she was only but sixteen years old. The story never proved to fail. Winking childishly at her father -- it seemed innocent, but really she was mocking him for never figuring it out -- she looked upon the castle when they made it to the courtyard, trailed only by a few soldiers that had escorted the noble family to the city.

She hoped that someone would come to meet them, as she wasn't sure what they would do otherwise. Walk into the castle? Leave? They hadn't been there in a long while -- even her father who visited every now and then hadn't been here since his wife's death! -- and even though they had sent word ahead, what if the messenger hadn't got here in time? Or had been killed?

Maybe that Prince Arthur would come meet them? She didn't mind seeing how much of a cutie he had become. The last time she had see him was when he -- they -- were both younger, her fourteen years old, a whole seven years ago! How long that seemed! And the w hole of Camelot and beyond spoke of his skills in battle and many girls and women spoke in awe of him!

Yes, she wouldn't mind him coming.

Place: Camelot Castle -- as of now the outer courtyard
Time: Sometime before Noon
Timeline: During Season Two
Tagged: Arthur Pendragon

[Arthur Pendragon]

They were expecting the arrival of a well respected noble family today. And Arthur had spent the majority of the morning, hearing his father lecture him about women. Since the events of Vivian were rather recent, his father had spent a significant amount of time telling Arthur to control his emotions, his hormones and his . . . desires. It was a horrible lecture to hear, especially since none of it was true! But how could Arthur ever explain to his father that he had been under the influence of magic? That would involve having to tell him how exactly the spell was broken. Which was the other reason he hated hearing the lecture from his father; because his heart already belonged to another . . . and he could tell no one right now. It was extremely frustrating, and in moments like these when the daughter of a noble man was coming, Arthur just had to listen to his father's strict warnings. He was not a man unable to control his hormones! He was already in love with another!

He walked down the stairs, seeing the arrival of the family. They would be here before the festivities actually started, so it would give some time for the families to get to know each other. When he saw the woman -- one he had not seen in many years -- he understood why his father had warned him. Though, sadly, Uther did not even have to see the woman to give his son a warning. He expected that so long as it was a woman, Arthur needed to be warned or advised against doing anything.

She was indeed extremely beautiful, with exquisite features, fair skin, and long golden hair. But really, while Arthur acknowledged her beauty, he was not consumed by it. He would never be so taken by another woman; because he could only ever care about one, and only one. Never the less, he would remain polite, for whether she was beautiful or not, a woman or a man, she was nobility and that earned the respect of the royal family of Camelot.

He approached her, first helping her off of the horse, and then motioning to the guards to tend to the animals. He then slightly lowered his head in a bit of a bow, taking her hand and lightly kissing it. "My Lady Ysoria, it has been far too long," he said with a smile as he looked at her. She was of course different than what he remembered her to be, but only in the best way.