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Arthur sighed as he wandered through the corridors of Dobria castle. His father had sent him to negotiate an alliance with Lord Laurence, meaning that he had spent his entire day in the council room debating over terms. The day had felt unusually long without Merlin there to pick on, and Arthur just wanted to find a quiet place to clear his thoughts.
His search eventually found him drifting into the library, his steps muffled by the rows of leather bound tomes. As he came around the corner of a shelf, he noticed a young woman standing by the window, seemingly preoccupied with something in her hands. Arthur cleared his throat to alert her of his presence, in case she hadn’t noticed. “Excuse me?”
Summer flicked the fan open and shut, open and shut, staring out of the window. Betwyr was working out with Edward, down in the practise field, and she’d been watching them for a while, until her attention drifted. The fan snapped shut in her hands when someone cleared their throat behind her, and she whirled around, hair and skirts swirling.
It turned out to be the blond young lord — prince, she thought she recalled — who had ridden in the day before to make an alliance with them against Odin, looming to the north. He seemed even younger up close, off his horse — much closer to her own age than she expected. She offered a quick curtesy. “Yes, my lord?”
*provides Arthur with a tiny, stripey, orange kitten to give to Merlin*
Thanks Summer, I’ll be sure to give this to Merlin.
There’s three more in the litter if anyone else wants one.
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“Then why don’t you stay forever? No one’s going to make you leave.” He shrugged. “But the forest is a good place to be. I live there in a cabin of sorts. The forest is actually my favorite place to be.”
“I have a family,” she pointed out. “My life is not my own. I will have to return home someday, be married off, have a family. So I stay in Camelot as long as I may.” She frowned slightly. “Why don’t you live in the town? It would be safer.”
“I feel more comfortable out in the forest,” he explained. “I don’t have any family, like you, to stay with or worry about, so I actually feel safer when I’m out there on my own. It’s peaceful and I don’t have to worry about other people that often.
“What about bandits? Monsters? Wild animals?” Summer grew more and more concerned with each danger she listed off.
“I already regret this.”
“Don’t be, this’ll be lots of fun for us, not everyday one goes exploring.”
Summer felt like it took entirely too long to persuade Gaius to come out of his rooms and down to the stables. He kept saying, “Well, why can’t you bring him up here?” and “Surely this doesn’t need to be such a secret,” until finally she hissed at him, “There may be magic involved.” At which point he raised both eyebrows, closed his mouth, and followed her back down the stairs.
Meanwhile, the knight continued to mumble incoherently, sweat sticking his golden hair to his brow. He groped at his side for his sword, but didn’t seem to be truly aware of his surroundings.
Arthur’s eyes kept going back and forth from the knight to the entrance. He wondered what the hell was taking Summer so long. If she didn’t get here soon and the knight woke up then they were going to be back at square one. He heard footsteps drawing closer and he peeked his head out to see who was there.
“Thank god, he’s getting worse and keeps grabbing for his sword, we need your help, Gaius. I don’t know what exactly is wrong with him but if anyone can help it’s you.”
“Why didn’t you take the sword away?” Summer hissed. “You should be stronger than him.”
Gaius shook his head, tucking up his robe, and knelt beside the strange knight. “You must tell me everything that happened,” he instructed, looking at Arthur, before he began to check the knight from head to toe.
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Summer teased, “Maybe you haven’t seen me because I’m always out in the forest collecting herbs! Truly, I love Camelot. There’s much more here to know, and do, and learn, I think I shall never want to leave. I wish I could stay forever.”
“Then why don’t you stay forever? No one’s going to make you leave.” He shrugged. “But the forest is a good place to be. I live there in a cabin of sorts. The forest is actually my favorite place to be.”
“I have a family,” she pointed out. “My life is not my own. I will have to return home someday, be married off, have a family. So I stay in Camelot as long as I may.” She frowned slightly. “Why don’t you live in the town? It would be safer.”
“I already regret this.”
“Don’t be, this’ll be lots of fun for us, not everyday one goes exploring.”
“To the stables. There will be empty stalls and it won’t be too loud or obvious.” Summer didn’t stop to think about how she had basically just ordered Arthur around. “I’ll go get Gaius.”Arthur ignored that fact of being bossed around to keep the knight they have protected and a secret. “Get him quickly, we don’t need anything bad to happen.” He quickly led the knight to the stables and gently placed him down on the big bed of hay.
Summer felt like it took entirely too long to persuade Gaius to come out of his rooms and down to the stables. He kept saying, “Well, why can’t you bring him up here?” and “Surely this doesn’t need to be such a secret,” until finally she hissed at him, “There may be magic involved.” At which point he raised both eyebrows, closed his mouth, and followed her back down the stairs.
Meanwhile, the knight continued to mumble incoherently, sweat sticking his golden hair to his brow. He groped at his side for his sword, but didn’t seem to be truly aware of his surroundings.
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“Sort of,” she admitted. “I’ve lived here for a little while but my home is Dover.”
“Maybe that’s why I haven’t seen you,…” he said with a nod. “So tell me, do you like Camelot? And don’t worry you can be honest.” He smiled.
Summer teased, “Maybe you haven’t seen me because I’m always out in the forest collecting herbs! Truly, I love Camelot. There’s much more here to know, and do, and learn, I think I shall never want to leave. I wish I could stay forever.”
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“My name is Summer. I didn’t mean to startle you, Galahad.”
“It’s quite alright.” He assured. “But it is also nice to meet you, Summer. I haven’t seen you around Camelot before… are you new?”
“Sort of,” she admitted. “I’ve lived here for a little while but my home is Dover.”
“I already regret this.”
“Don’t be, this’ll be lots of fun for us, not everyday one goes exploring.”
They were almost back to Camelot when the strange knight began to rouse. He didn’t move much, but his head tossed where it was leaned back on her shoulder, and he mumbled feverish nonsense. Summer called up to Arthur, “We should hurry. He’s waking, and I don’t know what will happen.”Arthur heard her words and nudged his foot into his horse’s side a bit, moving them faster so that they could reach Camelot quickly. Once within its walls, he dismounted his horse and turned to Summer. “Alright, now that we’re here, we need to go take care of him and bring him to Gaius.”
She nearly rolled her eyes at him. “I’m going to need your help here,” she pointed out. “Are we trying to keep this secretive, or let just anyone see? Because I don’t think even you can carry him to Gaius’ chambers.” Never mind the fact that the knight was definitely waking up now, and he was unlikely to respond well to being in a strange place and handled by strange folk.
Especially after he begged them to kill him.
He came over, getting the knight off of the horse and kept an arm around the fallen knight. “Well then where is the closest place we can hide him until we get him to Gaius? We have to keep him out of sight so he doesn’t get hurt but in order to have someone see him. Hide him and get Gaius then our best option?”
“To the stables. There will be empty stalls and it won’t be too loud or obvious.” Summer didn’t stop to think about how she had basically just ordered Arthur around. “I’ll go get Gaius.”