Arturia's POV
Ten years have passed...
I rode on my gray horse, Summer, at the fields. I enjoy riding after a long day of chores and sword practice.
"Arty! Hey Arty!" I chose to ignore that person because it was just my obnoxious big brother, Kay. I personally hate the stupid nickname Arty!
"Arty! Why won't you pay attention!" My brother yelled from afar.
"You're just gonna tease me!" I stuck my tongue out.
"Arthur! Please bring Summer back to the stables and come in for supper," I better not ignore the person calling me this time because it's my father.
I quickly brought Summer to her haystacks and cleaned up.
"How was your day, Arthur?" Father asked.
"It was fun, since you allowed me to go riding for five hours instead of three," I smiled. I grabbed two turkey legs and drowned them in gravy.
I looked at Kay, who's mouth was stuffed with turkey with gravy dripping from his mouth. I sighed and grabbed a nice and clean cloth and wiped off the sauce from his mouth.
"Thanks, Arty!" He swallowed his food.
Even if Kay was thirteen and I was ten, I was way more mature and tidy than him. Even if he was a huge idiot, I loved him. I loved him more than anyone. He has the biggest place in my heart.
Before I slept, I looked for my favorite blanket. I searched for it everywhere. I ran to Kay's room. I wondered if Kay had it?
"Brother, do you have my favorite blanket?"
"Oh come on! you always think I got it from you," Kay snorted.
"Can't you at least help me find it?"
"Fine, but in one condition," my idiot brother smirked, "you have to give me all of your desserts for a week."
"Alright," my cheeks puffed.
After many hours of looking for my covers in my room, our search was in vain.
"Where are we going to find it anyway?" Kay yawned.
"Maybe in father's room," I grabbed his hand and dashed to my father's room.
Father wasn't there yet. He was out with the other knights having a discussion.
"What are you doing!" Kay sat on a chair, "we're not allowed to snoop around father's stuff."
For the first time, he was right. If any of were caught touching father's stuff without his permission, he would usually lock us in our rooms.
"I won't do anything bad, just let me look at his drawers, just in case it's there," I opened every drawer.
I saw the last drawer and took out all of it's contents. I didn't see my blanket, but instead, I found this letter.
"Whoa, what's this about?" I showed Kay the letter.
"Don't show it to me it's father's, not ours," the red head covered his eyes.
"Alright, I'll read it by myself," I opened the envelope.
I read every single word that was written. Most of its content were shocking.
"Kay, I don't think I'm your sister... Father lied to me! He lied that I was his daughter!"
I dropped the letter and ran to my room.
"What's wrong Arty!" Kay grabbed the letter and went to my room.
"I know the truth," I didn't blink at all.
"Let me read the letter," my brother's eyes scanned the paper with his orange eyes.
"Oh, I see why you ran away," he sat on the arm chair next to my bed, "I too was shocked when I read it." I rubbed my temples and took a deep breath.
"I never knew this would happen," I laid my head on his shoulder.
"Me too, I never knew you were the king's daughter," Kay wrapped around his arm around my shoulder.
"Would you still accept me even if I wasn't your real sister?"
"Of course I would!" Kay smiled, "To me you'll always be Arty! Even if we're not siblings, we're still related. You're actually my second cousin, since your mother and my father are cousins."
"I'm really glad you said that," I hugged my pillow.
"Hey, maybe when we're older I could," he didn't make I contact with me.
"You could?" I wonder what he was about to say.
"Maybe I could court you when your sixteen and when I'm nineteen," he laughed.
"Oh please, like that would ever happen," I raised one of my eyebrows.
"Hey, I was just joking!" Kay winked.
"I'll should go to sleep now," I lay myself on my bed and Kay tucked my blankets then left.
After reading that letter, I realized something. I knew why I was trained to sword fight. Now, things were starting to come back in my head.
'Please, let my relive my days as King Arthur! Give me another chance.'
'I will grant your wish, but in one condition. You will have to rule as a girl to change the tragedy that has happened to Camelot.'
'I accept.'
'Very well then.'
I remembered everything now. I have to make sure I won't mess up.
The next day...
"Father, might it be alright if I train to be a squire and then a knight?"
"Why do you ask that, Arthur," Sir Ector took a bite of his pie.
"Well, I know I'm not allowed to snoop around in your room and I opened you lowest drawer and found a," I said nervously.
"A letter," the knight guessed.
"I-I'm sorry for touching your belongings father. Please don't lock me in my room!" I apologized.
"It's alright, my boy! You really needed to know that piece of information, anyway." Father patted my back.
"How did you know father?" Kay wondered.
"I saw my drawer left open last night," Ector laughed.
"So, will you allow me, father?" I needed to to this for Camelot.
"Alright then, but you have to dedicate yourself to training," father said.
"May I go to my room now?" I excused myself.
"You may," father dismissed me.