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It was rare that Sasha had ever felt at peace, but today was a very nice day and one of those rare occasions. There was nothing to do and her brother Rei was sleeping in. . . not that she had a problem when there was nothing to do. That meant relaxation to her. It was around noon time, and it would have been warm had it not been freezing cold in the middle of winter.

Sasha decided to go for a walk around her estate, wrapped in warm clothing, thick boots and gloves. It had been a while since she had gone walking around like this. . . she missed it. Buts he did not miss it quite as much as she missed Camelot. . . and Arthur, who was now the king since his father Uther Pendragon had passed.


SETTING ;; Tiberius Estate
TIMELINE ;; In between S4 an S5
TAGS ;; open to anyone
NOTES ;; I'M BACK! And it's good to be back too! <3
MUSE SONG ;; Sleepyhead by Passion Pit [ not that the lyrics have anything to do with the thread xD it just inspires me ]

When he turned the conversation over to her, she wondered how he'd react to hearing her answer. She had never had a significant other, or even had a man take any such interest in her. . . and she'd never had any interest in men either. Arthur was okay though; he was very respectful, and she liked that. “To be quite honest, you are,” she smiled. “No man has ever paid much attention to me. . . if you want to exclude the somewhat disturbing, impolite men on my journey here.” She would never even dream of being with one of those men. They had truly given her chills, and she meant that in a bad way.

Glancing back to the forest they'd rode out of, Sasha wondered something. “Are there wolves in these parts?” She asked somewhat worriedly. Sasha adored wolves, but to an extent. They were beautiful creatures to watch, but when encountering one she wasn't too fond of them. Nor would anyone be if they were faced with a foam mouthed hungry predator. Her mother Delilah also liked wolves. . . that had to be the only thing Sasha had in common with her mother.

Even after spending the day in the woods, talking about many, may things... she still had things she wanted to say to him and ask him. “Have you ever tried writing stories?” She inquired slowly. She could almost imagine the answer, but she just wanted to be sure what she had in common with Arthur and what she did not have in common with Arthur, and so she preferred he answer her rather than she just go off and assume something. “Like, make up your very own story where there are absolutely no limits to what could happen.” She did this seldom, but when she did it brightened her mood.

So he’d never loved her. For some reason Sasha was at peace with this answer. It was certainly better than him saying that he had once loved her, and then fallen out of love with her for another woman. "I feel incredibly affectionate for you, and a few days ago when you faced the dragon I was horrified for you,” she said quietly, remembering the fear she had felt. Nicolae had tried to comfort her, but since they’d only met a couple of days before he didn’t want to get into her business or make it seem like he was overstepping his boundaries. “I have never met any other man that I’ve liked as much as you…” …where was she going with this? “However, I would just like to say that I hope you are happy with the woman you marry in the future. And I only hope she appreciates what she will have.”

The shock wasn’t leaving her, and probably would not for a while, but she felt a lot calmer than before. She couldn’t say she was happy, because she was most certainly not. But she tried to imagine what Arthur was feeling; guilt, she could see in the way his expression changed when he had answered her last question. Shock, just as she was, although not as strongly. Sasha let several moments pass; in that long pause she remembered something. Her mother! Delilah had once attacked her and tried to feed her yew berries, which could kill an adult in a matter of seconds. They were very poisonous. Arthur had come to her rescue that night, and she had never properly thanked him. “I just remembered something,” Sasha began slowly and softly, advancing toward the bed where she slightly leaned against one of the four poles supporting the four corners of the bed. “Do you recall the night my mother tried feed me poisonous berries and you came to my rescue?” She gave him a moment to reply. “Well… I… I never thanked you properly for that. So, thank you for saving my life, Arthur.” That felt good to say.

Upon thinking of her mother Delilah Kastus Tiberius, the wife of her father Sir Peter Tiberius, Sasha remembered her childhood and all the verbal and sometimes physical abuse she’d gone through. The worst verbal abuse was when Delilah scorned her and told her she’d never be anything more than her mother; a vengeful witch. She resented that, and never wanted to even consider doing the things a witch did. She did not want Uther to consider her that way, like he would consider her mother if he had found out the truth. That was probably because she supported her father’s views on magic. In her opinion, witches were awful…. And she had a mother to prove it! But there was just something she needed to show Arthur that she’d shown no one else. Not even the nearby village physician when she’d first received it. “There is, something that I want to show you,” Sasha started, paused, then pulled up the right sleeve of her green dress to reveal a long red line of scar going from her shoulder to her elbow. “My mother did this to me when I was sixteen. That’s why I left and came here on my own; I had had enough.” This was probably a depressing subject for Arthur, but she just needed to get out the frustration she held inside by keeping it a secret. “I have never told anyone this. Not one person. And I hope that only you and my future husband will know about it.” She also hoped he’d never tell anyone of her harsh red arm scar. “I’m disappointed it never healed properly.” It flawed her body.

NOTE: 629 Words! I think that may be a record for me! X3

Sasha Tiberius had been out in the forest with her brother Nicolae Rei Jacob, not doing much except for walking and enjoying the essence of the forest. It never got old, the forest. They appreciated it greatly, and all that was in it. The deer, the rabbits, the grass, even the predators. Sasha had gone into the woods because she had felt tense, as if something bad was going to happen, but she couldn't understand why. Nicolae had insisted on coming with her on her walk.

She needed to tell someone how she felt. So she turned her head to face her brother/servant. "I feel as if something might happen later. I don't know how to explain it. It's like a stone in the pit of my stomach."

Nicolae shook his head slowly. "I don't know what that could be. Are you sure it's not a stomach ache?"

"I'm pretty sure... well, never mind. I guess it is nothing," she responded. That was all she'd say of what she felt. Sasha didn't want to worry her brother for nothing. I was probably just her being dramatic.

Setting: Forest
Timeline: A little while after Uther dies
Tags: Arthur Pendragon, Nicolae Rei Jacob, Sasha Tiberius ( who also plays Delilah )

So Sasha was heading back to Camelot. Again. She was always leaving and she was always returning. It was becoming a come and go kind of thing, and they always seemed to welcome her with open arms. In her travels she had mostly explored forests and vast grassy meadows and beautiful mountains. But now she was back she felt a warmth come over her. Only this time it would only be a short visit for a week or two until she moved on. It never got lonely, her brother Nicolae Rei Jacob was always at her side. They were a small couple together, and she would have to say she was the more commanding of the two.

Coming upon a very small clearing of low yellow green grass and not so much sunshine as it was shaded by the trees mostly, Sasha spotted a young man and a horse nearby. The man was sitting up against a large oak on the other edge of the clearing. She could barely see him, but she could that he had blonde hair.

Arthur?

Nicolae came up from behind her. “What are you looking at?” He inquired. Sasha glanced toward him but then shifted her glare back to 'Arthur'. There was no way that she could tell if it was him, but the man sure looked a lot like him. She was a little afraid to approach him in case it was not Arthur. But this was Camelot so if it was not Arthur Pendragon, it would probably be a knight or noble.

"Look who it is," she commented with a smile.

Sasha knew she had to address this subject carefully, and especially gently because he was her best friend and she did not want to sound or uncaring. Because she was sad he had lost his father. Sasha knew that pain too well and had lived with it all these years. She was really one of the few who believed King Uther Pendragon to be a great king. . . and King Arthur would be even greater. “Even if it was inevitable, I'm still sorry,” she told him softly. “I can relate to what you're feeling.” She didn't want to dampen the mood, but she wanted to let him know that she cared about about him and that if he wanted to he could talk to her anytime about his father's death. Just like she could with him.

“That's good,” she commented, showing a slight half smile. She was well aware that he blamed himself for what had happened to his father, though she could not understand why. Sasha had not been when it had happened, she'd arrived only hours later. She knew he was not responsible though, and that he would never have done it on purpose even if he was. And when he changed the subject off of him she respected that. If he really felt that guilty about his father's death, that was another thing that had in common. For years Sasha had believed that she had been responsible for her own father's death when she had only been thirteen.

“Oh, it's been very nice,” Sasha answered, trying to give him a good detailed answer but also not dragging it out at the same time. “Nicolae is quite happy to be back,” she chuckled quietly. “We've been away so long we have forgotten how nice a Camelot evening can be.” There was another thing that she wanted to bring up... “I'm thinking about extending my visit. I've really missed Camelot.” Of course that was her way of saying she missed him. “And I'm sure Nicolae will be glad to hear that we can finally settle in one place for a while.” Oh wait, she almost forgot! “... Well, that is... if you'll have us?” After all, he was the King.