Chapter 7: Arthur's interrogation

During the feast Lyra sat next to Arthur on his right side.

Arthur had even prepared a speech, "Ladies and Gentleman, we are here tonight, happy in the knowing that our princess is home safely." He smiled at Lyra.

"Her captor is still out there and needs to be bought to justice before anyone gets hurt or worse..." He paused, trying not to imagine that actually happening.

"I hope you enjoy the feast..." He sat down and Lyra could tell that Arthur had missed out a part of his speech but didn't ask him anything.

She smiled weakly at him. Before she could open her mouth, Arthur spoke. "You're not telling me something Lyra." He said.

Lyra glanced at 'Zane' who was eying her warningly. "I-It's nothing..." She said, unsure.

"You don't sound very sure, Lyra." He said.

Lyra sighed heavily. "M-Mordred...He..." She didn't know what to say.

"What?" He watched her, with a worried tint in his forget-me-not blue eyes.

"He's dangerous." She said.

Mordred watched her carefully, she was warning him. Don't even think about it. Mordred said into her head.

As Lyra didn't have any magic, Mordred had put a spell on her so that she would hear him when he spoke to her in his mind.

She jumped, making Arthur's eyes widen. "Lyra?"

"I-I'm fine..." She looked over at Mordred, wide eyes.

The feast was almost finished, and Arthur wanted to get straight to the point.

"What did Mordred do to you?" His voice was serious and full of concern.

Lyra looked down at her food and sighed.

Her eyes widened again when she heard Mordred's voice, whisper in her head. Tell him about the cave...He said.

"He t-took me to a cave..." Lyra started.

"What cave?"

"I-I-I..." The cave in the Darkling Woods... "I think it was in the Darkling Woods..." Lyra's heart started pounding.

"The Darkling Woods." Arthur repeated. "Thats not to far from here... Are you certain?"

"We could see Camelot through the trees..."

Arthur just sat there for a while, which made Lyra nervous. "Can you lead me and my knights there?" Lyra's eyes widened.

"Arthur, thats what Mordr-!" She started. Old Mordred, or Zane as everyone else called him, walked up to them.

"Would you like more wine, milady?" He asked, smirking down at her.

She looked up at him, still wide-eyed "N-no!" Mordred left. Say anything and I will kill him now. He threatened.

"I know, but If I don't face him, he will destroy Camelot." Arthur said, squeezing her shaking hand reassuringly. "Please, my love. You're Camelot's only hope."

"OK, I'll lead you, But Arthur, I'm begging you... Please don't try to fight him, he's too powerful!" She begged.

Arthur sighed, "I must Lyra, I'm sorry." He said. "If I don't Camelot's future will be doomed."

"If you do... Camelot will be lost..." Lyra stated sadly.

Arthur sighed again. "Lyra... I wont let that happen. I promise."

"Oh, Arthur..." Old Mordred rolled his eyes, he had been keeping a close eye on Lyra.

"We ride in two hours."

Poor Lyra! I know I wrote it and I'm to blame! Ah, well... All you need to know is that it gets worse...Much worse...MWHAHAHA!