A/N - I've had the plot bunnies for this fic bouncing around in my head for a while now, but lately, my muse just won't leave me alone about it. Hopefully some of you will take an interest in it, I think it will probably turn out better than most of the stories I've written. Happy reading! :)
The council room doors burst open, two guards entered, carrying with them a young woman. Her face was concealed by midnight black curls that fell like a veil around her pale, scarred shoulders. Her dress was short, stopping just above her knees, a pair of trousers covered the rest of her legs. The sleeves of the dark green garment had been shredded into mere threads, the fabric across her torso was ripped, revealing a bloody battle wound. She was tall in stature, making her appear twice as thin as she actually was. Everyone dropped what they were doing and stared curiously at the obscure sight before their eyes, thinking it was strange that the woman made no move to escape. King Arthur dismissed the council meeting, leaving only himself, Queen Guinevere, the knights, and a few palace guards in the room.
"Sire, this woman is guilty of practicing magic." Arthur looked thoughtfully at the girl, wondering why she didn't show her face.
"Are these accusations true?" he asked.
"Yes." she stated bluntly, still keeping her head down. Everyone's brows shot up in surprise, never had they seen anyone so openly confess their crimes, the woman was practically issuing her own execution. "What are you going to do about it? Have me brutally murdered just like so many others of my kind?" her voice was cold and bitter, the indignation in her words hung in the air like an icy winter chill. Arthur shivered, he knew that his father had been wrong in some of his judgements but there was no changing that now. Since he becoming king, he had tried to be a bit more lenient, sparing people here and there that really hadn't done anything worthy of death. He walked over to the woman, curiosity burning like fire in his veins, he reached out his hand and pushed her hair back so he could see her face. He did a double take as strangely familiar blue eyes flashed up angrily at him, she pursed her blood red lips together in an livid scowl. The Queen and the knights gasped, they weren't sure what they'd expected her to look like, but the image of the breathtaking creature that stood before certainly hadn't crossed their minds.
"D-do I know you?" Arthur stuttered, still in shock. For a moment, he thought he saw her face soften into a mixture of sorrow and reminiscence, but it was soon replaced with another resentful glare.
"No, you don't know me at all. But I know you, better perhaps than you know yourself." Her crimson lips turned up in a devious smirk with her last remark. A pleased smile spread across her face at Arthur's confusion, "I'm a seer, every possible future you have has been revealed to me. I've seen every choice you could ever make in you lifetime and the consequences of those choices." Arthur's head swirled, who is this woman? Why has she been able to see all these things about me?
"What is your name?" he asked her.
"Isabelle." That name... it sounds so familiar, Arthur thought.
"My Lord?" one of the guards inquired after several minutes of silence. "What do you want us to do with her?" After a few more moments of in depth thought, he replied,
"Take her to the dungeons."
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