This story starts with a family. A noble, royal family. The Inkwielders. The King of Westenshire and his daughter, Enya, were heading to Camelot to speak to Uther Pendragon about a peace treaty. They were expecting to spend a week there at the most. But that's not how this story goes.
Princess Enya followed her father on horseback through the gates of Camelot castle and into the courtyard. In her 17 years of life, Enya had never been to Camelot before. Nor had she met Prince Arthur Pendragon. She'd heard a lot about him, mostly negative things, how he was arrogant, vain, self centered, obnoxious, a typical prince really. But that was what was said about all royalty, including herself and her father. It wasn't true in their case, so she gave Arthur the benefit of the doubt. Uther and his son, along with a few of their knights and servants, were waiting to welcome the Inkwielders.
"King Boromir, how wonderful to see you," Uther said, stepping forward to shake the King's hand. Arthur stepped forward, a dark haired figure shadowing him, a boy who looked to be the same age as the Prince. His servant, no doubt. Arthur helped Enya down from her horse and the servant stepped forward to lead it to the stables. She flashed him a smile.
"Oh don't worry about Snowfire, I'll take care of him," she assured him. The servant and his master exchanged a surprised glance, but he stepped back.
"Oh Enya do leave it to the servants," her father rumbled good-naturedly.
"Come on Father, you know I like to take care of him myself," she turned to the boys, "Snowfire is my special stallion, I've taken care of him since his birth."
"You don't get your servants to do those things for you?" Arthur asked, surprised.
"Nope, I have my own two hands, I can do things for myself. Excuse me, my Lord," she curtsied and turned to lead her tall, grey stallion to the stable. Even though they were both royalty, respect was always shown to the Pendragons above any of the other families. They were the main rulers after all. The strongest royal family.
"Your daughter is just as interesting as you stated, Boromir," Uther remarked, turning to his companion.
"She's very strong willed, my Enya," he agreed. The procession turned to head into the castle.
