Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the film King Arthur, nor do I own the myth, or anything else, just the girl character who I realize doesn't have a name yet.
Chapter Two: A Thought in the Night
Yesterday I – yesterday, men came from the main house to the outlying servant quarters. They were guards, and they took what they wanted, as they always do. No one resisted, which was wise. I have seen them train. Actually, I've watched them quite closely at it, studying the way they move, how they hold themselves, strategy. But this time, they came to a tiny hut near the edge of the forest. I went there sometimes. The parents tolerated me because I was kind to their child, Brutus, a tiny little tow-headed boy. I would bring him "treasures" as he would say, feathers, pretty rocks, honey stolen from the storeroom. But yesterday, they came after his sister, the guards did. I did nothing, I walked away, these things happened, they had happened to me before. There was no stopping it. But Brutus, he tried – he was so small! What could he have done or said? He was so fragile. He's gone now. Gone? What a euphemism. He is dead. Slaughtered. That child had more courage than I can ever know. I can't stay here anymore, I've decided. This place sickens me, what I have become sickens me.
I will take my chance with the Woads. No one will be punished when they find I am gone, if they notice it at all. No one else will suffer while I look on. I loathe this person I have become, this coward. Tonight, that person will disappear, die even. And I will be reborn.