The Taste of Revenge
By rawr52
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Summary: She'd waited so long, travelled so far, all for this one moment in time, this feeling of satisfaction. But as she stared into those blue, blue eyes, revenge tasted unbearably bitter on her tongue.
A/N: Let's make a deal – you read, I smile, you don't, I cry. Reviews are also appreciated.
Her red cape flew out behind her as she rode, the sound of hooves clopping in her ears and the wind stinging her eyes. Her light blonde hair was pulled into a long plait and deep, sea green eyes could be seen beneath her crimson hood. The skirt of her sleeveless forest green dress was crinkled and wrinkly from riding and her booted feet in the rusty stirrups were aching and numb. As she glanced up at the orange sun sprinting for the horizon, she tore one hand from the reigns of her poor, aging horse and shook it free of pins and needles. She let out a growl of frustration as the sun reached the skyline and she still had not reached her destination. Eyes blazing with annoyance, she rode up to the edge of a grassy hill and pulled her horse up near a lone oak tree, where she dismounted and tied the reigns to a branch. Muttering angrily to herself as she turned to sit on the hillside, it was a few moments before she realised what she was seeing and gasped.
Stretched out beneath her, past the large expanse of lush green fields and red brick farm houses was a huge, beautiful city. It was the kind of place that just smelled of money – all white brick walls and pointed grey rooftops, surrounded by a ring of towering trees that were almost too green to be completely plausible. It was good as heaven to the eyes of a village girl.
Lip curled in breathless excitement, and eyes sparkling with glee, the girl stood back up to get a better view. A long white brick wall marked the outline of the colossal city. The many turrets and towers glowed gold in the orange sunlight. Long flagpoles protruded from every roof, holding up the large red flags that could only mean one thing …
"Camelot," The girl whispered in a soft, lilting voice, and felt her breaths starting to come in gasps. She was so close. So close … "I will find him." Sparing the city one last grin, she turned on her heel and strode over to the tree, a new hope in her heart and a spring in her step. She was still beaming to herself as she took off her cloak and laid it on the floor as a makeshift mattress. As she curled up on the thin material and closed her sparkling eyes, there was a small smile tugging at the corners of her plump, pink lips. Camelot, she repeated to herself, satisfaction thrumming away in her belly, at last.
A/N: Sorry if this is a little rushed or rusty. It's been so long since I've written anything that isn't strictly homework related. I'm suffering from severe writer's block. Reviews help me gain confidence! ;)