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Part 2, Aimee
Aimee didn't know whether it was the fact that Sophie was ridiculously pretty, that she had said she smelled, or whether it was because Sophie had run over to her and Martha flapping her arms around and squawking like a duck, but Aimee disliked her immediately on sight. Martha however, had a kindly smile that reminded her of happy days in the woods with her mother, Tessa, and- no. She would not think about him now.
Sophie led Aimee and Martha inside, still shooting Aimee scared looks, but regaining the dignity required for a lady of the realm. Sophie stopped walking suddenly, and knocked on a furnished wooden door. The four of them waited for a long time, Tessa pacing up and down the hall like Aimee wished she could do. However, Aimee knew she had to stand proud like the royal she was, and not show the tiny sliver of fear and regret she felt about leaving the woods. But she had her letter and that was that. Aimee was also hoping that Ang- no. She had to stop thinking about him and focus on the task at hand. That was done for her when the door opened, and a man who looked like a scarecrow stepped out.
Aimee was immediately aware that the dislike she had felt for Sophie, who was around five years older than herself, was nothing compared to the hate she felt as soon as she looked into the eyes of Sir Eustace, who looked around 100 years older than herself. Eustace had straw coloured hair, straw coloured eyes, was skinny as a stick and had bags of skin drooping off him, and had an angry gleam in his eye as he looked at Aimee. Eustace, upon seeing Aimee, immediately narrowed his eyes. "And who, pray tell, is this?"
"This, sir, is Aimee of Camelot. Lancelot and Guinevere's child." Martha had spoken, surprising Aimee. Martha looked defensive, and also worried. Aimee really didn't blame her. Eustace's eyebrows, or what must be eyebrows, Aimee wasn't really sure, had shot up into his hair, and his eyes, before angry, now held a murderous gleam. "Guinevere's trash?" he spat. Tessa growled at him. Aimee was pretty sure he growled back. "Well, like any other trash, why don't we throw her out?"
"Sir!" Sophie had spoken. She looked scandalized, the way only she could be. "Both Aimee, the poor darling, who is of the royal bloodline, and I, as the chosen Lady of the current King, outrank you Eustace. So hold your tongue." And with that she swept away, leaving Martha, Tessa and Aimee to follow. Tessa lingered behind to give Eustace one last growl, before bounding up to Martha and licking her hand. Aimee remembered how Tessa used to give those affectionate licks to- no! She had to stop thinking about him. She refocused her attention on her surroundings, and was surprised to find that they had come to a stop in front of a set of very grand wooden doors. Martha glanced over at Aimee. "Okay Aimee, stay on the Lady's left as you walk up. Tessa, you stay on Aimee's left. Look as proud as a royal should be. Sophie will sit on her throne when you get to the end of the aisle. You wait and hear what the King and Queen have to say. Let's just hope for the best, shall we?" Martha took one last look at Aimee and Tessa, before hurrying away. Aimee walked up to Sophie, who had her arm held out. She took it. Tessa was stock still on Aimee's left. Aimee braced herself, and then the doors opened.
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