The Prince & The Princess [Arthur | Sable]

[Sable Loughlin]

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Sable followed the knight down hall and felt the fear in her belly grow. Despite the kindness the knights had shown her, she was not going to take their word on the Prince's since of honor. When they were children, they'd played together but the memories of that and then his actions later spoke loaded then the words of the men who had to speak highly of him.

She would give Camelot it's due for being a beautiful land, and city. The site of the rich green lands and the stone castle on the hill was enough to both let her look at the scenic sight and fear for her life.

Every since her brother had been murdered by the prince, she had not though of this place with out a hint of bitterness. She had thought they were friends, or at lest friendly--her brother and Arthur. However her father had came to her one day and told her the Prince of Camelot had taken her brother's life after a dispute over who was more skilled.

As she neared the doors to enter the grand hall, she squared her shoulders and lifted her chin to keep emotion from showing. When the doors opened she locked her eyes before her (Yet in truth saw nothing) before walking with even and sharp steps to into the room. Her hands balled at her side, and even while she tried to keep her face emotionless one could see their was anger and fear there.

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[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur was fully aware that his father would disapprove of his actions. He did not consider Odin a friend anymore . . . not since he had sent an assassin to Camelot to kill his son. But Arthur could not let this stand in the way of showing proper due courtesy to the princess of Sorrayn. The war with Cenred had been bad enough . . . and Arthur did not want to be on such bad relations with Sorrayn so that it would cause another war. He wanted to at least try to establish peace between the two kingdoms, even if his father nor Odin were prepared to do that. Of course, more importantly, the Prince wanted to be sure that she was able to pass safely and demonstrate that he had no ill will towards her family. He wanted to try and put the past behind them so that they could work towards a more prosperous future. Of course, this was far easier said than done for Arthur knew it would not be so easy to forgive the man who had killed your brother.

He had been informed of her arrival and was waiting for her, wanting to be the one to greet her. His father was recovering still from his captivity under Morgana's rule so Arthur knew he would have this opportunity to talk to her before his father had the chance to issue any sort of harsh punishment. And of course, the question as to why she had come to the castle was also raised in his mind for he had sent Sir Leon and a few other knights to accompany her to her destination through Camelot.

When she entered, and he saw her . . . Arthur could not help but stare. There was an odd, striking familiarity about her. . . though he could not quite put his finger on it. He had not seen her since they were very young . . . and yet, he felt like he had met her very recently. Not wanting to seem like a staring idiot, he lowered his head in a slight bow out of respect . "Princess Sable," he greeted with a certain formality in his tone. He would wait to see how she reacted before deciding how he wanted to proceed, and therefore, even waited before dismissing the knights and guards. If need be, they could talk alone . . . but for now, they would be in the company of others.

[Sable Loughlin]

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When Arthur bowed his head in respect, Sable lifted her chin in defiance. She was not going to bow before the man who killed her brother, no matter how much 'respect' was 'demanded' of them in this setting. She did not care in this moment. While she was not going to do anything overly stupid, like call him a murder to his face and risk getting her self on the receiving end of his wrath, she was not going to play the noble game and give bows and false greetings.

She did not care to ask how he'd been since they last meet, she did not care to give false congratulations on winning his throne back, and she did not care to ask how the kingdom fared. (honestly, she had just been attacked by rebels or outlaws or whomever they were! She could SEE how the kingdom fared)!!

Her dress was plainer then she liked but it was officially her only one. It was rose colored, and dirty from her ordeal. The thieves had the rest of her things. "Prince Arthur." Her voice clipped out, in a tone that was not a greeting. The words could almost sound like a curse if it were not for her naturally soft tone. Now they just sounded bitter.

She came to silently pause a few feet from where he stood; she wished she could just walk right up to him and smack him for the wrongs he had done her family. They had used to be friends! She could recall standing on a table and pretending to be locked in a tower, while demanding that Arthur and her brothers pretend to fight to get to her and save her.

How did you go from that, to this?

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[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur watched her very carefully. Not because he was wary of what she might do . . . but because the way she was looking at him, holding herself, and the manner in which she addressed him . . . it allowed Arthur to decide what he wanted to do right now. He looked at the guards and sort of nodded his head, dismissing them. Whatever anger lashed out from her, or whatever words of bitterness she spoke . . . he did not want the others to witness it. They may try to arrest her, or inform the king. While Arthur doubted he could ever justify his actions -- for they were ones he would forever carry the guilt for -- he wanted to at least try and be on civil terms before Sable left here.

He could not blame her for being so angry with him, and he did not expect this to be easy. He did not even expect to earn her full forgiveness, for nothing he could say would change his actions or appease the distraught felt over the loss of a brother. He just did not want their countries to be at war. Perhaps if he helped her in what way he could, she could convince Odin to not consider going to war . . . to not jeopardize two kingdoms over the death of a prince. Arthur -- once again -- knew that achieving such an understand would be difficult; for it the situation were reversed, he knew that his own father would have acted in the very same way that Odin was.

"My men tell me that your party was attacked," he began to say, very short on the details . . . but she had come here, alone, unescorted . . . she must have lost those who were accompanying her. "I am sorry for the men you have lost," he told her, speaking in a sincere voice, yet still holding that formality for he knew that her, nor her, were going to be slipping into casual light conversation any time soon. He was sorry for many things . . . but right now, he was particularly sorry that she had encountered such danger in his kingdom. He was responsible for whatever happened, though he did not want her to think that he had sent anyone after her to attack. Quite the opposite actually, for he had sent men to protect her and grant her safe passage.

[Sable Loughlin]

For Sable this meeting was less about politics and more about the emotions she was having trouble keeping held to her. She had never been known as the type who would--or could contain her emotions. Even as a child when she did not get her way she would grow angry. Spoiled yes but what Princess was not? It was only after her brother's death that she even tried to grow up.

He was sorry for her loss of men?! That was the first thing he decided to tell her? He'd murdered her brother!! Should not that be the first thing in his mind or was slaying brothers so common that he could forget one of two?

"Camelot appears to have fallen into a savage land since the king's fall. I was not surprised that we could not travel thought it." She told him, lashing out slightly from her own hurt. "Since you seem to have found so many new knights perhaps you should use them to clean up your country side."

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[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur loved the kingdom, with all his heart. Despite the tragic occurrences within it, he would always love it. He would always have a great deal of pride in it. Which was why it was not easy to hear Sable lash out against it. No one wanted to hear something that they were so proud of, be criticized in such a manner. But Arthur did not argue with her. He would not follow her same tone of conversation. As he previously accepted, this was something he should have come to accept. His words of condolence -- whether they were for the men she just lost or even her brother -- would not diminish her pain, nor would it erase the past. But still. Arthur was determined to at least try.

"We are working to repair it." Even if he was trying to be on civil terms, it still took a great deal of strength to not argue and defend the kingdom. He could easily go into the detailed history of it, and explain recent events that had caused the kingdom to be such . . . or he could simply point out that every single kingdom -- even her father's -- had the presence of bandits. Camelot was no exception. But he said none of this for he did not wish to start a debate . . . that was not the purpose of bringing her here. "The king is still alive, but in recovery for the time being." Another point that he wanted to emphasize. That his father was not dead . . . he did not -- as she put it -- fall.

"I had truly hoped that by sending knights, it would have further strengthened your protection and granted you safe passage through Camelot." He paused for a moment, softening his voice ever so slightly, for his next words carried remorse, guilt, and blame directed to no one but himself. He took full responsibility for it . . . though of course, he concealed such emotions from his tone, though spoke with as much sincerity as he could. "Obviously, I had not sent them soon enough." He also wanted her to be aware of the fact that she was not here as a prisoner. That Arthur would not keep her captive for ransom, even though Sorrayn and Camelot were nearly on the brink of war. She was here as a guest if nothing else. And as Arthur thought of that, he could not help but think again that for some reason . . . he believed her to have been here before.