Here we are again! also sorry again for the late updates. Choir tour is going on and I can't exactly write whenever I need to. Don't worry. This story is still being worked on (unlike alot of my other stuff ) (Which you should read).

This chapter's a little longer to make up for the last one. It was just easier to break it up there.

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"Are you ready?" Elizabeth asked. Alexandra looked her in the eye and breathed deeply. In and out; the smell of wood varnish and the newly died thread on the nearby tapestry, filling her senses. A serious look spread across Alexandra's face and she nodded. She had prepared for this moment and even if the moments that led up to it were not what she had envisioned, she was ready. They turned to face the large wooden door and Elizabeth nodded to the guards on either sides of it. They understood and made their way to the middle of the door and pushed it open, using all of their strength. The door opened into the throne room. At the end of the large hall was King Uther in his throne. Next to him was his son Prince Arthur, rumored to be just as brave as he was handsome. Scattered across the hall where groups of people, all in need of talking to the King.

Alexandra strode confidently down the aisle towards Uther, a smile on her face. Despite the circumstances and her appearance, she gave off a look of royalty that no one in the room could ignore. As she brought herself to the throne she bowed in respect, along with Elizabeth, who after doing so backed up to one of the walls and waited for further instruction from her Lady.

"King Uther." Alexandra spoke addressing the king, "Prince Arthur." to his son. She bowed again, ignoring the pain that her arm was causing her.

"Lady Alexandra?" he questioned almost shocked. "I thought that you had been taken to the infirmary." He said practically as a question, before noticing the bandages on her arm. "Ah, I see Gaius has patched you up. Good, I would hate to see anything happen to our future ally." He said waving Arthur forward. "I imagine that you'd like to get settled. Arthur will take you to your room." He looked back at his son. "She'll be in the room right next to yours, please make sure she has all that she needs." Arthur nodded and jotted down to Alexandra's height. She bowed again and smiled up at Arthur, who offered her his arm. She called for Elizabeth to follow and graciously took his offer of support. As soon as she was out of the hall and the door closed she would need any support her legs could get. They gave way to her weight but Arthur held her up.

"My Lady?" he questioned turning her to face him. "Are you still not feeling well?" Elizabeth could hear the sincere worry in his voice and hurried up in front of them. She bowed and smiled up at him.

"Sir, if I may, I doubt that she has slept in many days, and her cold wet attire is probably not going to help her." She said quickly before he could respond. "The best thing for her is for her to get changed and get some sleep. Please if you could lead me to her room I will prepare her and she'll be feeling just fine in time for the meeting tomorrow." Arthur sized up the strange woman before him; Still wearing the same trousers and blouse, her bow in both of her hands in front of her. He nodded and pulled the Lady Alexandra up into his arms.

"This way please." He said carrying Alexandra down the hall. Elizabeth followed dutiful until they finally reached a hallway with three doors, two on one side, and one on the other. Arthur walked to the closest door on the left. "This one." He said as a sign to Elizabeth to open the door. She did and they made their way in. Arthur laid Alexandra on the bed and turned back to Elizabeth who was admiring the craftsmanship of the painting on the wall.

"This will be the Lady Alexandra's room. Mine is right next door so if you need anything Either Merlin or I will be in there for most of the day. The servant's courters are right across the room. The Lady Alexandra's trunk is against the wall here." He motioned to the wall closest to him. Leaning against it was the trunk. "I'm sure that if she needs any medicine, that Gaius would be able to whip her up a sleeping potion or even something more for her arm." Elizabeth smiled and bowed.

"Yes, sire. I understand" she said. "I will take care of My Lady. Please go back to your duties." Arthur nodded, gave another look towards the Lady Alexandra and exited the room.

Elizabeth breathed a sigh of relief. She hated being around royalty. She could barely stand acting somewhat proper when Lord Dreus had guests. Now she had to act normally whenever she saw someone of any consequence in Camelot. She would not be able to face her Lady Alexandra if she was the cause for any hardship. She quickly set down her bow on the table and made her way over to the trunk. Lifting the lid she scoured it quickly before pulling out a soft night gown and the small purse that Alexandra had upon leaving Lerasia. She draped the gown across the end of the bed and unclasped the small green patterned purse. Inside was a small vial of liquid and a few scraps of other things. She uncorked the bottle and took a whiff. She smelled some sort of flower and possibly pine. She shrugged and walked over to her Lady. She shook the vial around in front of her face until her eyes lifted. Alexandra looked over at Elizabeth and sighed.

"Again?" she asked before sitting up. "I'm sure there's plenty to be done and I keep-"she frowned and looked herself over. "Good lord, how many people have seen me today and I look-"she attempted to stand before falling back onto the bed. Elizabeth rushed to keep her awake. She waved the bottle around a few times before she was able to help Alexandra out of her ripped, damp, dress. She assured her Lady that she would stay with her until she awoke and waited until sleep took her for the last time that night. Elizabeth sighed. Her day seemed to be just beginning. She needed to find a makeshift bed to sleep on tonight for she was not directed to her own quarters. She needed to unpack Alexandra's things and organize all of the paperwork that had not gotten torn up in the day's ordeal. She looked over to the table, deciding that she would serve Alexandra her tea there and she would have to find her a book that she would actually like. Maybe she could learn another story to tell for campfire situations. Getting to work on distributing her lady's garments, she picked up the damp green dress. The tears and rough edges called out to her. She shrugged and pulled out a small sewing kit. She prided herself on skills such as sewing. She would make it seem as if there was never a need to be mended.


This was were the first chapter ended originally. SEE! I cut it into 9 chapters already! Well, 8 and an opening. Please tell me what you think! Reviews keep me going, but fav/saves are my life support for this fic. You lovely people are my favorites! Thanks again.