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"You have slept in late, my lady," Gaius tells me. I scratch my head.
"Have I? Where is Merlin?" I ask.
"He is the prince's manservant," Gaius answers. I nod and sit at the table. Besides what I am wearing, I only brought a couple gold coins, my flowers, and my brush.
"That must be quite the…experience," I say. Gaius finishes mixing something.
"I know you are quite against the inequality of the servants and the royalty, but that is the way it is in Camelot. Merlin saved Arthur's life, so he is rewarded with the opportunity to be Arthur's servant," Gaius explains. I yawn and stretch my arms.
"I am sure he regrets saving Arthur," I reply. He stops mixing to look at me as he speaks.
"It is his destiny to protect Camelot at Arthur's side," Gaius tells me. I lock eyes with him.
"You know I do not believe in destiny." Gaius goes back to mixing and pours some of the liquid in a small vial.
"Even though that is true, you must not speak of your opinions. They will not be taken lightly," Gaius says. He hands me the small vial. I am glad I have tied my hair back today. Small flowers are stuck in it, colors of all kinds. "At the tournament today, there will be a young woman with dark hair, the Lady Morgana. Her dress is that of a princess. Please give her this vial." I nod.
"Will you not be attending?" I ask. He shakes his head.
"I have much to do in a short time." I open the door but pause, afraid to leave the sanctuary. I put the hood of my cloak on and leave. Many people are walking towards where the tournament must be. I follow them and see what must be most of Camelot. I look beside the king, but see nobody. I expected the King's ward to be sitting beside the king. I look around the stands and there is a woman who stands out. I climb to the spot where her and, maybe, her servant sit. I hand the vial to her. I pull my hood down.
"My lady, this is medicine from Gaius," I explain. She smiles. She is as beautiful as the people say. Hopefully she is just as kind.
"I have not seen you here before," she says.
"I just arrived last night. A change of scenery seemed necessary," I tell her.
"You look quite well dressed, you must not be a lower class?"
"No, but I must not go into detail," I say. She nods as if she understands my predicament. She looks over at the woman sitting next to her.
"This is my servant, Gwen," she introduces.
"Pleasant to meet you, Gwen," I tell her.
"As it was you, my lady," she says. I turn to leave. Morgana grabs my arm.
"Pleae, sit beside me. You must not know too many people," she says, tapping the empty seat beside her. I sit beside her. Knights come out and are introduced to the crowds. They all leave for their tents again and see Merlin and a blonde knight in armor. I wave at Merlin. He wave back awkwardly with a large smile on his face. The blonde boy starts talking to Merlin and makes a subtle point at me. They both go in a tent.
"Do you know Arthur?" Morgana asks.
"That is the future king?" I question. Morgana sighs and nods.
"Yes, he will be a better king then Uther is," Morgana answers.
"I am sure that isn't true."
"You will just have to wait. What is your name?" she asks.
"Alexandra," I answer.
"Your title?" she questions.
"My title is a bit too complex to explain at this time," I say. She smiles at me.
"I understand. You must know Merlin. How silly of me, I had forgotten you are sheltering in Gaius' home," she says, almost to herself. I nod though. We watch a few battles. The young prince wins his battle. He is not the one that stand out to me, for I had heard all the story of Arthur Pendragon's strength. Knight Valiant's fighting skills may just take down Prince Arthur. Morgana and Gwen tell me goodbye and I leave. Prince Arthur catches up with me. I curtsy to him reluctantly.
"I have not seen you in Camelot before," Arthur says.
"I have only just arrived, my lord," I tell him, trying to leave. He grabs my shoulder. I turn around, giving in to indulge him in a conversation.
"Well, what is your name then?" he asks.
"Lady Alexandra," I answer. He stands there waiting for my home territory. "of places royalty like you seem not to care for." I curtsy to him. "Sire." I turn to leave and Merlin jogs up to me. His arms are full of Arthur's armor and chain mail.
"Would you like me to help you?" I ask.
"You are a lady not a servant," I hear Arthur say. I ignore him. I take some the armor. It stinks and each piece is ridden with dirt.
"I am a person, just as a servant. It would make you a better king to remember that," I say. I continue walking alongside Merlin. Merlin trips and tries standing up quickly. His face is red and his face is dark with dust. I try to hide my laugh.
"I'm okay," he tells me, picking up the armor. "The bed! I had forgotten!"
"I will help you wash up and clean the armor. Then you will sleep on your bed. I will get the bed, Merlin." He looks at me and crookedly smiles.
"You are like no royalty I have ever met."
