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Post by Guinevère on May 24, 2014 15:28:02 GMT -5
In the story you know, you have Arthur Pendragon, son of Uther, and heir to Camelot. His wife, Guinevère, born of a blacksmith and maid was peasant born. Arthur defied tradition to make her his queen. But if you travel through the looking glass and into it's mirrored worlds, then you came meet Arthur, a young man born of a farmer who longed to become a knight in a land that only allows nobles to attempt to join the ranks. His friend, Merlin, aids him into getting fake papers, thus pretending to be a knight from the border lands.
Taking the name William of Deira; he past their tests, joined their ranks, and quickly showed natural talent (also steaming from years of self practice on his farm) of being the greatest knight the kingdom--or it's neighbors--had ever seen. He won jousts, the melee, and most competitions.
On this day, Arthur is escorting the king's only daughter to visit her mother's grave. He and a few others severe as her guards and escorts. Little do they know that men are waiting to attack the party, and kidnap the princess. One such person, knows that Sir William is not who he says he is . . . .
Guinevère pulled the reigns of her horse gentle so that it would stop. There she waited for one of the knights to help her dismount. While normally her eyes would see out Sir William for he make a quite dashing figure in chainmail, today her eyes were only for the gravestone a short walk ahead. Sir Percival helped her down, and she gave an gentle order, "I shall go alone from here." To visit her mother, whom had died at her birth. Giving a soft nod of her head she lifted her dress just an inch to be able to walk to the large stone that marked the place her mother rested.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on May 24, 2014 17:07:15 GMT -5
Arthur -- or Sir William of Deira -- was given the extremely important task of escorting the Princess to her mother's grave. It was these kinds of duties he took pride in for he knew that her protective father would not send just any knights to ensure the safety of his daughter. Instead, he would send skilled, capable men and Arthur did not take this lightly. Which was why he couldn't exactly agree with her decision to go to the actual grave alone while the others stayed with the horses. He duty was to protect the princess -- and possibly future queen -- of the kingdom and he was not going to let her out of his sight. So while the others stayed back, he broke her orders, though technically keeping her fathers, and quietly followed. He stood behind a tree trunk so that he would remain invisible to her and did his best not to eavesdrop on any words she may have spoken to her deceased mother in this moment. Arthur knew what it was to lose a mother, though he didn't know what it was like to have one as she died during childbirth. It was Merlin who raised him, and it was he who enabled Arthur to be where he was now.
Distracted from this thoughts, Arthur's eyes went to the princess. For once, it was not only her beauty that caused him to fixate his gaze on her . . . but rather, something else. A feeling. Something about the surrounding air that didn't quite feel right. Arthur had learned to trust his instincts and so he very quietly and carefully withdrew his sword from his sword belt, clutching the hilt in his hand. It was quiet. Too quiet. Perhaps he was overreacting . . . or perhaps not. For moments later, a yell filled the otherwise eerily quiet air. A group of charged out, immediately surrounding the princess. Arthur reacted instantly, revealing his position. The clanging of metal was heard in the distance and he knew that this was a strategic ambush: enough men to distract the other knights, and a handful to capture the object of their attack. Arthur focused more on the latter, for at the moment, he was the only one here. Two of the men grabbed the princess and began dragging her off, while Arthur began to fight the ones who stood between him and the princess. He was outnumbered, but he refused to return to the castle empty handed. He would either die fighting, or return with Guinev?re.
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Post by Guinevère on May 24, 2014 17:37:18 GMT -5
Guinevère walked to her mother's stone, and slowly lowered to her knees. After a moment's silence, she began to speak. "I wish I could see your face." Remember what she looked like. "I am told I favor you but . . . " That was not why she came today. "The council has pressed on father to assure the bloodline. . . . name an heir." Her husband. "He has put it off before now, hoping Elyan would come back. Now after so long he cannot do it for much longer." Which meant that he would begin looking for her a husband. Not a knight but a prince who could make the kingdom stronger. Lead the people.
She was just about to ask for guidance when a shadow fell over the stone. One of the knights had followed her. Turning to look at them, ready to ask to be left alone she saw it was not knight! A bandit! Falling back from her knees to crawl backwards in fear, she felt another two men drag her from the ground. Letting out a scream, she tried to pull from them.
It was then she saw Sir William! He was here! "There is too many!" She cried out, wanting him to go to the others, and let the group come as a whole! She could not see him die. Or any of the men. They jerked her around, and pulled her toward a horse! "No!" Digging her heals into the ground she tired to break free once again. When she broke free of one of them, she pretended to trip and fall, thus breaking the hold of the other. Pushing up she tried to run away but them chased her down and pulled a dagger at her. 'He never said to take you unharmed!' He the man threatened.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on May 24, 2014 18:34:04 GMT -5
It was utter chaos. Men crying out -- both the knights and their attackers -- and the sound of swords clanging against each other, each swing meant to cause a fatal blow. Arthur kept his focus only on the princess. This was after all what he had sworn to do; the oath he had taken: to protect the kingdom, and that included the royal family. The king was already suffering the loss of a son. Arthur would not be the reason he mourned for a daughter too. Nor would the kingdom recover from such a loss. Part of what made Arthur wish to serve was his belief in the Leodegrance family. The king and princess were extremely loved by all those in the kingdom. To lose any -- as they may have lost the prince -- was a painful loss. And he would do all he could to prevent it from happening again. So he continued to charge through the men blocking him. Each one falling at his sword. Just when he managed to make his way through each barrier, he saw one of the men standing in front of Guinevère, holding a dagger out to her. Arthur knew that they needed her alive in order to . . . well, to do whatever they intended to with her. This wasn't about killing the princess; it was about capturing her. But the damage they could do within that, was what worried the posing knight.
Arthur remained still for a moment to take in his surroundings and make sure there were no other men around. Ensuring to be as quiet as possible, he began to approach the man from behind. Fortunately, his back was faced toward Arthur and the attacker was so consumed with threatening Guinevère, that he was completely oblivious to Arthur's presence . . . until the knight's blade pushed through the bandit's chest, causing him to instantly fall to the ground, lifeless, as Arthur pulled his sword out. He then focused his attention to the fallen princess, moving to kneel down next to her. His eyes searched her face, looking for signs that she was injured. "Are you harmed?" He asked in a concerned voice. He knew asking her if she was alright was futile since . . . well, emotionally she may not be. So he first need to make sure that physically, there was no harm done to her.
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Post by Guinevère on May 24, 2014 18:55:08 GMT -5
The man lifted the blade and then . . . a sword went out of his chest. Guinevère gave a short frightened yell, as he feel over, then there was a comforting voice. She forced her eyes away from the man and looked into the bright blue ones of Sir William. She wasn't harm, but nor was she alright! nodding her head, her hands came out so both of her's grasped his forearm. It felt strong and sure, something she found oddly comforting in this moment, knowing he was here and would not let them harm her.
"What's happening?" She asked, letting him help her stand, while her eyes dared not stray far for fear of the dead men she would see. "Are the others alright?" Her father's men. Cloaked in the dark blue that was her family's color. They always looked heroic and tall when marching; now she feared they might be dead. Her eyes moved over toward the fallen men that Sir William had killed. "Are-are they-are they dead?" Her voice shook, and so did her hands by this point. Blood and dead men now covered her mother's grave. Her hands lifted to her mouth, and tears flooded her eyes though they didn't spill. William looked much less heroic covered in blood, but yet at the same time, she'd never felt that he was a hero more then in these moments. "Where-where are the others?"
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on May 24, 2014 20:13:59 GMT -5
She nodded her head and Arthur felt immediate relief that she was uninjured. He helped her to a stand, looking around as further insurance that no one was lurking about. She was asking what was happening, and where the others were. Judging from the silence . . . he feared the worst. If any of the men had survived, they would have immediately rushed to where they knew Guinevère was to make sure she was alright. But none came. Which made it evident as to how the battle had ended. Though, he wasn't sure how to explain that to the princess. She should never have been exposed to such a gruesome sight. "Stay close to me," he said in a low whisper. He began to walk toward the area that the knights had been, making sure she was directly behind him, his sword out in front of him just in case there was another attacker. He was certainly not leaving her on her own up here.
The area had not been cleared quite yet. It would not be a pleasant sight to see, but it was either leave her unattended and risk her getting kidnapped . . . or subject her to the sight that awaited them. He paused for a moment, slightly turning his head to look at her. "I fear what we are about to see may not be easy to endure," he warned her in that same low spoken tone of voice. With that, he continued forward, and as suspected . . . all the knights lay dead on the ground. There was no movement from them, but there was another presence and Arthur and Guinevère's own presence had caught him off guard. Arthur immediately raised his sword up defensively, while standing protectively in front of the princess so that he would not lose her.
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Post by Guinevère on May 24, 2014 20:35:10 GMT -5
He told her to stay close and Guinevère stepped closer, while trying to see around him as they approched. When they got there, even after his warning, it was a sight that caused her to let out a short sob, "No!" These men died to protect her! She had never known war, or battle or any true violance! She had been protected and loved her whole life! Now the men she had laughed with, dined with, danced with, and cheered for at contests were dead! Murdered while trying to protect her! She failed to notice anyone else around her as she looked on at the fallen knights.
It was the first time she had seen such death. While injuries were common on train fields, and in contests; and she had seen blood before--this death, this massive amount of lives lost all over one was heartbreaking. How was her life worth more then theirs? While she understood the thinking behind it, it dind't feel fair! So many dead! She did notice one was missing, Sir Percival. Taking a step away from Sir William she moved a bit closer to the fallen leader of their small group. "Sir Morris?!"
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on May 24, 2014 21:55:21 GMT -5
It was clear that she was distressed by all this, and in no way did Arthur blame her. Hell, even he was saddened by losing these brothers in arms. While their death was an honorable one, it still meant that there were mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, wives, children, and so on, that they left behind; that would be mourning their deaths. Arthur kept a close watch on her as she stepped away, not moving too far from her. Sir Morris had fallen, as did the others. Arthur's eyes scanned the men, seeing if everyone was accounted for and they seemed to be . . . all except one: Sir Percival. The horses were also gone, released no doubt. Arthur's mind went over what reasons would account for Percival's absence. He wouldn't have fled, he was no coward. And he would have checked on the princess first.
The only option was that he'd been sent back with a message. Arthur's eyes darted over to one of the bandits that remained, one who's expression showed his displeasure in realizing that his plan had failed. However, that displeasure was soon replaced with an odd kind of perplexity. Arthur held is sword out in front of him, prepared to defend and attack if need be. But . . . there was something about this man, something oddly familiar. And that feeling was enough to cause a tight knot in his stomach. "Who sent you?" Arthur demanded in a strong voice. It could be any enemy of the Leodegrance family, and Arthur wanted to know which one had the audacity to attack the princess at her mother's grave.
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Post by Guinevère on May 24, 2014 22:35:33 GMT -5
Hearing William speak, Guinevère turned and saw the new man. She stepped closer to William and looked around for either more men or a place to run. 'Well, well well, look who has gotten all grown up.' The man taunted William. Guinevère put her hand on his arm, and gave it a soft tug. They should run. Surely they should run? Their could be more. 'Funny though, that you look like a knight, farm boy.' Farm boy? Guinevère wondered how that insult was even an insult.
"Please," She whispered, wanting William to get her out of here. "Sir William." She should be demanding, as was her right as his princess, but right now she felt less in control. The man seemed to take note of his name. 'Sir William? Is that why no one has heard of you for a while . . . Arthur?'
Arthur?
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