Loved Vivian/Arthur. Hence hated the ending and the whole treatment of her. For the purpose of this story, she is awesome.

The wind swept across the land, the midnight air cool to the touch. The moon guided her with silver light that added a subtle brilliance to the world. Hands tightened on her horses reigns. The corner of head thrummed with steady urgency, it tainted her sweat and was timed to the beat of her heart. The castle loomed ahead, allowing her to release a small breath. The horse was encouraged to a slower gallop.

The doors opened for her entrance, she was welcomed. Footsteps rapid on the floor, purposeful. The head of the cloak slipped backwards. Fire from the torches danced in her eyes that held too much seriousness for a young girl, especially one with a girly pout and a youthful face. "Where is she?" Questioned with sharp curtness, there was a child-like impudence that carried her words. "Lady Vivian is in the Lord's chambers." The guard bowed in courtesy. The girl marched forward, betraying not a single emotion.

Once the door had been opened for her, the concern and anxiety that had been subdued below the surface of her cool façade bloomed on her face. " Vivian!" Murmured with sisterly affection. The girl looked up from her place on the floor, red-rimmed and puffy eyed. A wretched helplessness seemed to have swallowed her beauty and proud stature.

"Vivian, what has happened?" Demanded of her gently, placating, holding out her hands to offer solace. Weakly, the poor girl made a grab for them, holding on for dear life. "Father." Vivian sniveled, "An attack was made on his life. He nearly didn't survive."

The girl gave her a look of understanding, support and it helped some of the grief to recede.

"Did they catch the man responsible?"

Overcome with fitful shakes, Vivian could only move her head from side to side.

"But I know the man that is to blame, Alexia." Voice hardens, a simmering, bitter rage creeps clearly into her tone.

Alexia's gaze is locked mutely on her friend whose eyes resemble twin peaks of an exploding volcano; ominous, dark and wrathful. She need not ask. It will be supplied and the man would meet his punishment.

"Arthur Pendragon!"

A cold shiver descends Alexia's spine yet it fails to submerge the appeasing smirk that twists her lips into a sinister expression.

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