The day was bright. Light streamed through the forest canopy, birds chirped excitedly, and everything in the woods around Camelot seemed to bustle with life. The day was perfect.

Late the night before it had rained, cooling off the hot summer morning. Adelaide crawled out of the tiny wood cart, smiling as drops of fresh dew dropped onto her face. "Today's going to be a great day." She nodded, letting her brother use her leg as a rope as he heaved himself onto the roof. Granted, he was tall enough to stand up and see out through the hole in the cabin's ceiling, but he still enjoyed reminding his sister that he was still there.

"A great day, hm?" Fendrel plopped next to her and swung his legs off of the wagon's side. "Just don't get lost in one of your fairytales, Ad. We've got a job to do." Adelaide only nodded and continued to smile, disregarding her brother's words. Adelaide was known for her ability to fade away at the drop of a hat; to drop whatever she was doing and zap her mind to a different world. Though this often caused trouble with the young lady, she didn't really mind. Her mind was her own, and she could leave it wherever she pleased…even if that place was imaginary. As for her job, well…that could wait.

Much unlike her brother, not many things bothered her. However, when a persistent, harsh poking in her side interrupted her thoughts, Adelaide couldn't help but let a hiss slip into the air. "What?" She swatted her assailant's hand away. "What is with the prodding?"

"Get ready, dreamy." From inside the cabin, Thea stared up at her. The dark haired woman reached up to Adelaide, handing her her outfit. "Show's about to begin."

"Good people of Camelot!" Adelaide stood atop the first wagon in the caravan, dressed in her finest heraldry outfit: a pair of burgundy pants, a white long-sleeved shirt (which, truth be told, was probably once a large man's undershirt, with the way it fit—rather, did not fit—her) that was mid-thigh and a loose, yet small, leathery hide vest. Addie wished to be presentable for the king and his court, so she was sure not to wear this outfit every before. And, even though it didn't look like much, the semi-clean clothes made the youth feel confident and proud, which carried over into her speech.

"Good, good people! I bring to you today a treat far beyond your dreams-" The wagons had stopped in the main square in front of the castle, surrounded by a crowd of citizens. Adelaide motioned towards the wagon beneath her, flinging her arms out wildly as she did so. "A treat, indeed! Tastier than any feast, brighter than any star, more fulfilling than any woman…" Shooting a playful wink towards a group of men below, a deep, manly roar of laughter and approval rose. "Today, today I bring you a treat that will be so sweet, nothing will ever live up to it! So, without further gilding the lily or further ado, I present to you the one, the only, the delightful Incantasi's Carrnniivvaaall!"

Adelaide bowed, beaming brightly with another job well-done. Turning, she curtsied politely to King Arthur, who stood with his court on the castle steps. Wow. She had heard rumors that he was an attractive man, and she had never really doubted such a fact, but the young woman was still taken aback by the man's handsome features. A hard jaw line, light blue eyes and a dopey smile…it was hard not to be even slightly surprised. She smiled, nodding as she made eye contact. As he nodded back, she slid off the wagon to stand on the ground, greeting and shaking hands with a few in the audience. Above, the fire-breathing magicians wooed the crowd, recapturing their attention and leaving Adelaide to her thoughts momentarily. So far, so good. Large city with a lot of citizens…plenty of money here. Cute prince, adorable court, fine castle. Yes, so far, very good.

Addie began to wander into one of her dreams when a young man had, apparently, addressed her. "Ah, Young miss herald?" She finally caught hold of the situation by the third time she was called for.

"Oh, this is she. Yes?"

"His Highness wishes to have a word."

"Now?"

"Ah, yes," The black-haired manservant was awkward when he spoke, and nervous in his mannerisms. He rubbed gently at his wrists before tugging slightly at his blue neckerchief. "Now."

"Oh, well…lead the way, then?" Working their way through the crowd was a tricky affair, seeing as people seemed to materialize out of thin air. Addie would of made conversation, if it wasn't for the constant noise of the audience (the comedian had taken the wagon-top now). So, instead, she just walked. Walked, and stared at the pitch black mop in front of her.

Reaching the stairs, the manservant bent over a little, flustered. Addie nudged his arm lightly. "Not a crowd person, hm?"

"Crowds, I'm fine with." Straightening up, he pointed towards the mob behind them. "That, that is not a crowd. That is the entire city jammed into the same square." Both laughed lightly.

Adelaide took a few steps, meeting with the royal court. She curtsied once more, feeling the nerves inside her build. She was used to speaking in front of large crowds; she could shout the most controversial or risqué things ever, but face-to-face, she might as well be made of jelly. All of her confidence simmered away. Closing her eyes, the girl inhaled nervously. "Hi, I'm King Arthur, and I dislike you. Get out."

"Hello. I'm King Arthur Pendragon," Here it is…