Worth The Risk

[Arthur Pendragon]

Tag: Emilia Harthorn
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OF CAMELOT

The griffin attacks were growing to be more intense, and Arthur was unsure what to do to stop it. He was expediting the training of potential knights, moving up their tests so that he could have a good solid group to better protect the kingdom against this threat. But, each person who fell victims to the griffin, was another failure on his part. He had just returned from a patrol, checking on an outlying village that he feared would be in the griffins path.

Most of them had sought refuge within the city, but Arthur knew this could not be a long term solution. They needed to find a way to stop this creature, and fast. Once returned, he was walking alongside his horse, leading it to the stables when he saw a woman, seeming to saddle up. He recognized her, though had not had many interactions with her in the past. Still. She seemed to be going somewhere and Arthur knew first hand that it was not safe out there. "Where are you going?" He asked. Many nobles in the surrounding estates had also sought refuge within the walls of the castle. He assumed that was what brought here yet, now he was curious as to what drew her out. Surely, it was not worth her life.

[Emilia Harthorn]

And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain

❧

It had been two days and she hadn't heard from him. That wasn't normal. That wasn't like Lucien at all. He was punctual, never late, never left her alone for more than a day. Always did she know where he was just as he always knew where she was. Emilia was worried. No, she was frightened.

She had lost so many people already - her mother, her father, her sister. Lucien was all she had left. He was her eyes, her guard, her dearest friend and she didn't know how to survive without him. So a decision had been made - she was going to find him. So there she had been saddling a horse, her horse to be specific; Nimah.

Palms smoothed down the neck of the equus, stroking the mane with gentle affection until a voice disturbed the silence of the stable. The young woman jumped, turned about face in a hurry. Swallowing down her panic she found herself facing the prince and knew that there was no danger. "I am going to find my step-father."

Turning from the prince she resumed saddling Nimah, tightening the straps and securing the rucksack into place. Her motions were made instinct, having done this same thing, with this same horse half a dozen times over. "He went out to one of the villages to deliver supplies and hasn't returned."

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[Arthur Pendragon]

Tag: Emilia Harthorn
Note: Better layout coming soon!

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OF CAMELOT

She spoke of going out there to find her father and . . . well, it was clear that she didn't have any intention of not going. That her mind was made up. But still. Arthur had to at least try and dissuade her. Or at least, request prolonging the search. "It is not safe out there, Lady Emilia," he began to tell her.

"The threat of the creature still remains." A creature that left a path of destruction in its wake. And the more people that fell, the more homes that were destroyed . . . the more Arthur felt like a failure, unable to protect his people. "Remain here for the time being and I promise, we will arrange a search party at first light." He could not ask his men to go right now. They were exhausted from their efforts of stopping the griffin, and they required rest. He could only hope that she would understand and that Arthur could convince her to give them just a little bit of time so he could best aid her.

[Emilia Harthorn]

And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain

❧

Phalanges stopped their gentle touch to the neck of the equus as a sighed heaved her shoulders. The Prince's concern was touching, appreciated even, but was a waste of breath. Emilia's mind was set in stone and nothing, no one, would be able to change it--she had to find him; she simply had to.

"It had been two days already." She said softly, not turning to face Arthur, feeling her muscles coil with anxiety and fear. He might had been hurt. Or worse. The thought upset her, had her blinking away tears as still she refused to face the Prince. "I cannot ask your to arrange a search party. That would take away those needed to protect Camelot from the beast."

In truth she was terrified on the creature but was not without means to defend herself. Her mother, in the brief few years they had been together had imparted wisdom of witchcraft and magic. And Lucien had continued those lessons as best he could. Emilia gave one last tug on the saddle straps, ensured they were well secured, and took the reigns in hand.

Only now did she finally face the Prince, a mingling of uncertainty and determination in her compromised gaze. "I will be alright, your majesty. Really I must go. I would not be able to forgive myself for standing idly by if he was hurt."

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