Mithian stood before the queen of Camelot, looking her up and down. She was short. Dark. Well-figured, but Mithian preferred her own hair to those curls. This was a queen. Camelot's new queen.
She looked just as awkward to be meeting Arthur's ex-fiancée as Mithian felt to be meeting Arthur's current wife.
But Guinevere was not one to let old incidents stand in her way, so she held out her hand to shake, and smiled. "Hello, I remember you. You shot me when I was a doe."
Mithian saw that smile and realized, This is she who trumps a princess.
