Hey, I'm back! I got some positive feedback on Angus's POV, so I will do him again soon, although Aimee will still have the majority, being the main character. The plot really kicks off next chapter. If you have any questions, just ask and I'll answer them in the A/N of the next chapter.

Part 5, Aimee

Aimee woke up to sunshine shining down on her, and a silhouette moving above her. Years of living in the wild caused her to jump up immediately, grab the person from behind, and judo flip them onto their back with Aimee kneeling on top of them, Tessa growling by her side. The person was a girl. The girl was swearing at rather high volumes.

"What do you think you are doing?" The girl shouted.

Aimee stared at the girl. She was the same one that Aimee had seen in the box yesterday. Yesterday. After Aimee and Tedros had finished speaking, she was led back into a room by a smiling Martha, and had collapsed onto the bed with Tessa curled up at her feet. She had a vague memory of someone patching up her leg. She looked down and saw that it was, indeed, covered in white cloth. She looked up again at the girl. She was, if anything, prettier than Aimee remembered. Her long, blonde hair was the exact colour of spun gold, and her electric blue eyes were as piercing as ever. Aimee remembered the girl's maid outfit, and realised that this girl had probably just been cleaning up Aimee's room. It was her job. Aimee consulted the locket around her neck. It was lunchtime. Trust her to sleep in late. The locket had been a present from Guinevere. It was rectangular shaped and silver, with a clock set in to the front. Inside there was a picture of her on the left, and on the right was- no! She had to stop thinking about him. She rolled off the girl ashamedly. "Sorry. Instinct. What's your name?"

"My name's Katrina. Call me Kat."

"Nice name." Aimee cocked her head at Kat. She looked really familiar. Almost exactly like a younger version of- "Do you know Martha?"

"Yeah! She's my mum. She said you were really nice, and that it would be good for me to know someone who was also going to The School for Good and Evil," Kat said, smiling. It was obvious that she and Martha were really close. Aimee felt a twinge of sadness.

"Wish my mum was still alive," she whispered, looking up at Kat. "So you're going to The School for Good and Evil?"

"Yeah," Kat replied. "We were a bit surprised. We weren't too much surprised that I got in, more surprised at what the letter said."

"What did it say?"

"Oh, the usual, until at the end it said, 'Your ranking is 1, Katrina. Be prepared for the worst, and hope to achieve a leader path at the end of the year to bump it up!' I mean, what's that about?"

"I don't know." Aimee and Kat sat there and mused for a while, until there was a knock on the door and they both jumped up suddenly, terrified that Kat would get in trouble for idling. But it was only Martha. "Hello girls! Glad to see you get along."

"Mum!" Kat cried, throwing herself into Martha's arms. Martha patted her on the back while they embraced. They broke apart and Martha beamed at them. "Glad you've found a friend Kat! Anyway, the King has asked that I give Aimee a quick history lesson on Camelot before this afternoon, when she'll be heading to The School for Good and Evil with you Kat. Hopefully. And he also has allowed Kat to be here too. Where shall we start? Well, I think the most important thing for you is to learn how the Seven Thrones work." When Martha had entered the room, Tessa had run up to her and licked her hand, and then curled asleep in the corner. Like Aimee, Tessa loved to sleep in.

"Why are they called the Seven Thrones when there are nine?" Aimee asked.

"Well, the two at the back are not that important, and 'the Seven Thrones' sounds so much grander and important than 'the Nine Thrones', don't you think? The front throne, gold, is for the King or Queen of the time. So currently occupying it would be King Tedros. The silver one on our right is for the chosen Lady or Lord of the current ruler, so Lady Sophie occupies that spot. The silver one on our left is for the spouse of the current King or Queen, so occupying it would be either a Prince or a Queen. Currently Queen Agatha. Then, next to Agatha and Sophie there is a bronze throne. It is tradition in Camelot for anyone in the royal family to have three children. Next to Agatha is where the second child of the former ruler sits. That's yours Aimee. The bronze throne next to Sophie, on our right, is for the third child to go. Unfortunately, there is no third child of Arthur or Guinevere, so that chair remains empty."

But there is a third child of Arthur or Guinevere. There is. Aimee thought desperately.

"Then, next to that set of chairs you would have seen the two metal ones. The one next to yours is for your, um, future husband." Martha said, uncomfortably. Aimee didn't have to try hard not to blush. She succeeded, as usual, creating a barrier between her deepest emotions and the rest of the world. Only one person had ever broken down that barrier. And he was gone.

"Anyway," Martha continued, "The metal chair on the other side is for the third child's husband/wife."

Another chair that should be filled but won't ever be. Not now.

"Then you saw the eighth and ninth chairs. The one on our left is for the current royal couple's eldest child, and the one on our right is for the Knight chosen by the previous King or Queen. Currently occupied by-"

"Eustace." Aimee said in disgust.

"Um, yes. Sir Eustace. Now, I might take this chance to point out that as King Arthur is dead, his last decision on who occupies that throne shall stand forever without change until a new ruler is crowned, unless he somehow contacts us to change it. So if the current occupant mysteriously goes missing, there would not be hope of replacement. Which would be bad because- well, let's continue with our history lesson." Martha said all this very fast and finished with a meaningful glance in Aimee's direction.

Aimee rolled her eyes. "Come on Martha! You can't honestly say you like him any more than I do."

Martha ignored her. "Moving on to the eight wooden throne-like chairs behind the Seven Thrones. The largest one is for the second child of the current King or Queen. The next two are for your eldest and middle children."

"The next chair is for the current King and Queen's third child, and the one after that is for your third child. The last three chairs are for the three children of the youngest sibling of the King or Queen. Another set of chairs that will remain empty until King Tedros's eldest takes over the kingdom."

No, no, no! These seats should be filled! All of them!

"Ah well. You would have also seen the box in the right hand corner? That is for former occupants of the throne, and for the second, third and fourth generations of the royal blood line. Once the fifth generation is born, they are raised in the castle, but once they come of age, they must leave and join the village, but they will remain one of the important family and retain the title of Duke or Duchess. Their children are born without a title but still live a richer life than a lot of people. Just like with the box, when the fifth generation to a Duke or Duchess is born, they are raised in the fancy house, but once they come of age they must leave and live in the village like everyone else. The house is then empty for another royal blood to live in. On to the chairs. You saw how the front seats were more comfortable and fancy? That is where the Duke's, Duchess's and their descendants live. Behind them the chairs aren't so nice? That's where the villagers are. But still, you can only make it in to the place if you have enough money to afford nice clothes to wear in the presence of the King."

"That seems a bit harsh."

"Not if you've lived like that your entire life. Most people live a good life. Even better if they're selected to go to the school. Like you should be. The letter should arrive at any minute." But even Kat looked nervous. Aimee decided to tell them. Better than causing them worry. She didn't really know why she had subconsiously decided not to in the first place.

"Well, you see," she began, "I already have my letter."

Oooh, cliffhanger! Hope you enjoyed! Please review!

-TessaTrueblood