Hey guys! everyone must be really busy, there seems to be no one here these days..:(! Anyways, this chapter is different. I mean, POVS from other characters. Still Agatha and Tedros of course. Sophie too!

The King sat in his study room, holed up in the corner, hands furtively flying across book shelves. His thoughts ran in zig zags, all shrieking confusion and panic.

"Where..is..that..damn..book?"

Arthur muttered underneath his breath, it seemed to be misplaced. The same book that held the plan for Camelot's future. The light seemed to shrink from the room, shriveling up. Letting out a roar of defeat, Arthur slammed his fist onto the stone table, rattling a stray ink bottle. It rolled left and right, then dropped to the ground.

"Your Highness!"

A voice murmured from the door. Arthur rolled his eyes, walked over to his seat, and plopped down.

"Come in"

He answered, his voice filtered with annoyance. The door creaked open and Octavian, a guard who patrolled Galvadon every day, came hobbling in. Octavian's right leg was hacked off during a mob protest in Camelot. A long time ago. When she left. He sighed, moping his forehead and adjusted his cape.

"Sir...I've heard something..from the village?"

Octavian managed to get out. Arthur raised a eyebrow, arched perfectly. His weathered blue eyes narrowed in, seizing his prey.

"Heard what? Octavian?"

Arthur demurely smiled, placing both hands on the table. Octavian hobbled against a book shelf, resting one big palm against the side.

"Something...something...bad..."

"Octavian, I cannot detect a threat with the word..bad. Please. More information."

Octavian burbled nervously, his eyes darting back and forth to him and then the bookshelves that lined either side of the room...Occasionally the ink bottle on the floor.

"A threat..to you...something about reinforcements...and stopping a plan.."

Octavian cringed as he said the last few words. Arthur's eyes widened. A plan. It must have been that plan. After all, it was missing from the usual place. Galvadon was a pathetic village, no one would know about it. No one ever read about..it. So. Indeed. All suspects confirmed.

"When did you hear this?"

Arthur growled, standing up. Octavian stuttered and his mind was shaking with fear.

"Uh...last night...Rohland also heard about some people rambling before that. Frankly, it seemed to be happening a lot now. Everyone seemed to be talking about something in this house.."

A bomb exploded. Arthur's mind went clear. His brain started to pick and process this entire information. Meetings. Of course. To overthrow him. To stop him. They did have the sheet of paper with all his plans. They knew.

"Octavian..Who lives in there? The house everyone was gathered in?"

Arthur looked dark in the room, only wisps of his blond hair were visible. Octavian cowered underneath his gaze.

"Uh..mother and daughter. One went off to work as an maid here, I believe."

Octavian's voice wobbled nervously. He scratched nervously at the bookshelf. Arthur nodded, sucking in his mouth.

"Of course, of course. Now, from what I've heard, you are on patrol? Tonight?"

Arthur asked. Octavian nodded furiously. Arthur's chesire cat grin widened.

"Now, tonight, this is what you are going to do..."

The plan was discussed.

"Of course, sir. Good day!"

His high pitched voice wavered off and Octavian quickly exited. Arthur quickly stood up, his cape dusting the floor, he walked over to the meeting room, which was only near the left wing of the castle. In there was a log book recorded with what items that were leaving the castle each day. It was for his advisors to discuss about trade.

Skimming down page, he finally saw something peculiar. Herbs-Two bags. Water sacks-fifteen. Swords-Fifteen. Dried meat-Fifteen , Rope.

Who in this kingdom had the power to send items out without his permission?

"TEDROS!"

Beatrix shouted the minute she walked out into the royal court, which had vials of blooming red roses spiraling the fences like snakes. The beautiful man that she adored with golden hair like coins, crystalline blue eyes and a huge fortune...was talking to a pathetic bunch of maids. Beatrix sighed, strutting towards him, the blue silvery feathers that donned the hips of her skirt rustled in the sunlight, making her golden eyes more golden. He didn't seem to notice.

"We know that King Arthur plans to attack the village two days after the Summer Ball. We have to ambush the men when the come in"

Agatha murmured, pacing back and forth. The swords were sent. The supplies were sent. The food helped everyone in the village. The traps were made. It just had to work.

"We have the nets to hold them off for long enough, by then, I will make all the men surrender"

Tedros filled in, perfectly calm whilst Agatha was sweating bullets.

"And then with all the men tied up, we will cut through the pathway near the North Forest and get your father to surrender, Sheylia and Maris, you know what to do with the guards?"

"We know,I might add, what a clever idea!"

Beatrix dusted her dress and regained her normal composure, stepping away from the wall and back into the sunlight of the courtyard. She made her way towards them, keeping the sly grin off her face.

"Teddy! Oh there you are, silly me! I've been looking for you forever! I thought you might show me the royal pavilion today!"

Beatrix's shrill voice interrupted Agatha. She groaned and did a eye roll with Maris, who was tearing the lace off her right sleeve, face contorted with annoyance. Tedros frowned and forced himself to turn back to Beatrix, who was standing there, her grin so mushy and eyes wide as marbles.

"Right of course..."

He smiled and offered his arm. Beatrix immediately grabbed it and yanked Tedros even closer to her.

"Well, Teddy, lets go! Please do something then chatting with the undesired!"

Beatrix breathily whispered in his ear. Tedros flinched and recoiled. Agatha glared at her and walked off with Sheylia and Maris trailing beside her. Tedros watched her go, despair dawning upon him.

"They are NOT undesired"

Tedros snapped under his breath. He couldn't yell. He couldn't say, Don't you dare call her undesired. Don't even dare to call her anything like that.

Agatha turned around to watch Tedros being dragged off with Beatrix, the emerald ruffles pressed against his legs. She felt sick. Something was wrong with that. Tedros gave a quick glance back at Agatha, their eyes locked, before he continued to walk off. Agatha stood there, frozen and unmoving before a soft hand tapped her shoulder.

"Agatha? What's wrong?"

Sheylia asked in a gentle voice. Agatha shook her head, the spell broken and gave Sheylia a smile.

"Nothing, nothing, come on, we still have much to do"

With that, Agatha trailed after the two maids, her heart lurching back and fro. He looked at me...Huh.

Resounding knocks echoed from the door. Callis looked up, eyes lidded with sleep. It had been another heated debate for further plans, Stefan stormed out, shouting loudly. Dusting her black smog, Callis crept over to the door, an man's outlined could be seen.

Stefan?

"Stefan, you do-"

Callis paused, it wasn't Stefan. It was another man, wearing an silver helmet with the lion symbol embedded on it. The man had hacked off dark hair, clinging to his neck, his eyes were undecipherable in the dark. His mouth was set in an determined line. One leg of his was hacked off.

"Sorry, what do you want?"

Callis answered with disgust. Camelot's guards. The man looked sadly at her, as if he ordered too.

"We know."

Everything happened in degrees.

A exploding pain at Callis's head.

The world went dark.

And the last image was a distant figure, riding a white stallion.

King Arthur.