Arthur
"I am almost done your highness."
I do not respond but cannot stop myself from grinding my teeth in frustration. I stood here for hours. I have more important things to do than stand here and get poked with needles, not that he has poked me but my point still stands. I could be training the knights or trying to find the wolf that is killing livestock. I could even be doing paperwork. I have a mountain of it on my desk. Instead of doing any of those things I am standing in my chambers getting fitted for new cloths for the upcoming ball. It's pointless really. I just had new clothes made three months ago, but father instead.
Balls at Camelot are always grand, but Father is making sure that this event surpasses any other. The guest list is at two hundred and twenty now and father has ordered enough food to feed three hundred easily. Father has also told me more than once that sixty of the guests are young noblewomen who are unmarried.
I'm still cannot believe that Father is doing this. I have always known that my marriage would be arranged to help make an alliance. He talked about me marrying before, but I was lucky enough for it to fall through. Father got his idea from Lord Barror, who had just attended a wedding of a couple who had met at a ball. He had told Father that the prince had been strong-headed and had refused to marry any of the Ladies the king had suggested. To solve the issue the king had made a deal with the prince that he would get to choose his bride. However prince would have to choose one of the Ladies from a three-day ball that the king had thrown for his son. The next day I was informed that there was to be a three day ball and that the purpose of the event would be to find me a wife. I did get him to give his word that the choice would be mine alone if I choose before the end of the last ball. It is not the ideal way of finding someone to spend the rest of my life with but at least I have some choice in the matter.
"I am done Sire."
I was so caught up in my thoughts that I had not noticed that he had packed his equipment up.
"Oh, thank you."
"It was a pleasure Sire." The Tailor bows before leaving.
I know that it is appropriate for people to address me in such a manner, but sometimes I wish that just one person would treat me like a regular human. Gwaine and Leon do not count. They are my friends, but even with them there is a distance. Leon always faithful and follows orders. Even though Gwaine calls me princess and questions me to an extent he will follow orders even if he disagrees with me which is what a knight is supposed to do, but when it comes to non-life-threatening situations it would be nice for someone to be honest and not give in just because I'm a prince. I must be going crazy. I'm upset because people show me respect and listen to me.
I cannot help but remember a certain boy from my childhood; a skinny, dark-haired boy with a goofy grin who was not afraid to disagree with me. The one person who showed me what magic could be. I wonder what ever happened to him. For some reason my chest starts to ache as it always does when I think about those few weeks.