-Then-
"Alone." she said.
That struck Amelia as weird. What could possibly be so secret that she couldn't go. Uther usually always let her listen in when he spoke with Arthur or anyone else.
-Time Skip-
Amelia had changed and fixed her hair, and was currently waiting in front of Arthur's room for him to return. She was just about to leave when she saw him round the corner with a pair of guards.
"Arthur, what's wrong?" she asked. Arthur wouldn't look her in the eye.
"Seize her." He whispered quietly, avoiding her gaze.
"W-what?" Amelia said, confused. "Did I do something?" She walked with the guards, knowing that struggling would make it worse. Arthur finally looked at her, she searched his face for an answer. But, nothing. Just a look of pity? Sorrow?
-Time Skip-
She was on her knees in the throne room. Her heart beat so fast and ragged she was surprised she could hear Uther over it. Blah Blah, sorcery, evil. But what did this have to do with her?
"A townsmen reported to see you performing sorcery at the market today, what do you have to say in your defense?" Uther spoke. Town? Sorcery?
"That's impossible Sire, I know better than to practice sorcery, and even if i would resort to such evil practice, I was no where near the market today." She responded, calm as she could. It was mostly the truth. She wasn't at the market, and she didn't use magic today. But she couldn't help being magical. Her mom had been a druid who left camp. That's why she was constantly moving. But she wouldn't, no, couldn't tell Uther this, he'd have her head. So she had to pretend to hate magic, and think everyone who used it was evil.
Uther was quiet a moment, while he thought. "Then were did you go after lunch today?"
Question raced in Amelia's mind. Should I tell the truth? Did Arthur already tell him and he's testing me? Surely he'll know if I'm lying? Arthur probably hasn't told him, since he's questioning me. What if Arthur's just testing my loyalty? Can I risk looking at him and just passing it off as something else? I could pretend to sneeze. No, I'm running low on time. Best just go with the truth.
"I was practicing sword-fighting with Prince Arthur, Sire." She responded, looking down.
"You were... sword-fighting?" Uther questioned.
"Yes Sire" She stated.
"I will state my decision tomorrow." Uther announced. "Until then, take her to the dungeons." Amelia stood and allowed herself to be taken. She kept her eyes on the ground as she walked, determined not to look at anyone.
She walked into the cell and sat on the bed in the corner.
-Time Skip-
Night came and went. Amelia barely got any sleep. She was currently walking to the throne room to find out her fate. Looking down, not paying attention to wear she was going. Suddenly, the doors opened. She was surprised to see only Uther, instead of a full court.
"Amelia," he started, "you have always been very well-behaved, truthful, considerate," he paused. Oh, no. He's sentenced me to death. He's saying goodbye before he announces it the town. She thought.
"You've also been stubborn, annoying, and a real pain in the arse." A voice said behind her. She spun around.
"Arthur!" She exclaimed. He simply laughed and waved in a servant. The servant was carrying a small present. The servant handed her the present and left.
"Happy Birthday, Amelia" Uther said, then left leaving the two alone.
"Well- Open it!" Arthur rushed. Amelia unwrapped the gift. It was a necklace, with a small blue crystal at the end. "Morgana helped me pick it out" He admitted.
"It's beautiful" She smiled, and gave him a quick hug before putting it on. "Thank you, Arthur."
"By the way, if you haven't realized yet, you're not actually in any trouble. We know you'd never practice sorcery."
"I know" She stated. But you don't.
