The familiar corridors were silent as I walked through them. Every ngày I visited Arthur and most days we visited the river outside of Camelot. Arthur is the prince of Camelot. We both knew that one ngày these visits would stop and we would grow apart. But until then we were best friends.
When I arrived outside Arthurs chambers one of his father’s knights were leaving. Both the knight and Arthur were ... well they were worried.
“Ah Lady Morgana. We have been wondering where bạn are. There is some unfortunate news bạn need to know,” the knight said.
“Let me tell her,” Arthur cut in. He sounded thêm grown up than usual.
“What is it?” I questioned.
Arthur shook his head as the knight walked away. Arthur turned and walked back into his chambers. This was confusing me so I followed him. He had sat down on his bed. Not moving. He looked like a perfect statue. I went and sat opposite him.
“Morgana,” he đã đưa ý kiến taking hold off my hand, “My dear Anna,” I now knew this was serious he rarely called me Anna; “I do not know how to tell bạn this.”
“Please just tell me. I am worried. What has happened?” I said.
“It is your father,” Arthur began before I cut in.
“What is it? Is he hurt? Will he be ok?” I asked the words tumbling out of my mouth.
“Well yes and then no. Morgana, he died. Lord Bayard’s patrol attacked him.”
My whole body froze. Tears sprung to my eyes and I kept staring at Arthur.
“No. No he cannot be. Arthur tell me this is not true. My Father cannot be dead. He is all I have left. Please no.”
“Morgana. I am so sorry. It could not have been helped. Knights were on their way to meet him but they were too late.”
“So it could have been helped. Your father could have helped him,” I shouted as I started to hit him.
“Morgana. Stop. We cannot change what has already happened. Trust me if I could I would have stopped this. I would not wish this upon anyone. Especially you,” Arthur spoke in what I call his calm reassuring prince’s voice as he wrapped his arms around me.
I cried into his áo sơ mi until there were no thêm tears left. Then it was calm and quiet, we just sat there. I stared at my hand as it wrapped itself into my blue silk dress.
The tiếp theo thing I knew it was dark in Arthur’s room, the sun had gone down. We had both fallen asleep. The perfect prince was still asleep tiếp theo to me snoring like a perfect pig. For a moment I forgot the terrible news about my father.
Tears flooded to my eyes and I started to sob again. Arthur stirred at the sound. He opened his eyes and stared at me.
“W...what? Morgana what is...? Ohh,” Arthur immediately realised his mistake, “I am sorry.”
“You already đã đưa ý kiến that. Thanks though. I am glad bạn care,” I smiled.
“I have always cared. I know that it is hard to lose a parent. I realise that and I did not know my mother,” Arthur said, twisting the ring he wore on his right hand.
“Is that why bạn never remove that ring?” I asked suddenly curious.
“Yes. My father gave it to my mother when he first met her. I was told that she took the ring off her finger and placed it on me just before she died. As if she wanted me to have it,” Arthur explained.
“You are lucky. Sometimes bạn know... before my father died I wished my mother had died instead of leaving us. She chose to leave your mother did not,” I told him.
“Morgana bạn should go now. Get ready for bữa tối, bữa ăn tối and let Mary know bạn are ok,” Arthur told me.
“I will see bạn later. I will be fine,” I smiled at Arthur and then left.
I walked back down the corridors towards the room where I had been staying whilst my father was away. Mary is a servant within Camelot’s lâu đài Uther had got her to take care of me whilst I was in Camelot. It took me five phút to get to my temporary chambers. Before walking in I paused and looked in the mirror which was hanging tiếp theo to the door. I know what a lucky place. I tidied my hair and dried my eyes. bạn could still tell that I had been crying but it did not look that bad. Mary was cleaning the bàn when I walked in.
“Ah. Morgana has Arthur told you?” She asked.
“Yes he has.”
“How do bạn feel about it?” Mary asked
“How do I feel about it! How do bạn think I feel? My Father is dead. I have no one left. Everyone around me is leaving and now I might as well be an orphan,” I yelled as the vase of hoa on the bàn exploded.
“Morgana, calm down,” Mary đã đưa ý kiến in a soothing voice.
I took a deep breath and tried to think straight. I was just scared my mother left me last năm but I thought my father would be with me forever. hoặc just a little longer. I would give anything to see him again,” I told her.
“He will always be with bạn in your heart,” Mary said.
I went and got changed for dinner. I put on my green dress and Mary brushed my hair. We walked down to bữa tối, bữa ăn tối and I took my place on Uther’s left.
That night, when I finally got to sleep, I dreamt. I have always had dreams. I do not mean the usual dreams of a young girl. I do not dream of princes saving me and riding away into the sunset. No I dream of creatures so vile they would make even the bravest knights fall dead at the sight of them. I see princes being killed; battle so terrifying a ten năm old should not see it. I see fists covered in metal pounding into the skin of others.
I usually woke up screaming for my father. But now he would not come ever again would he calm me and stay with me until I slept. Never.
But this dream was of my mother I saw her walking through the gates of Camelot and rushing to me. She was crying, telling me she wouldn’t have left but she had to. The scene then changed Uther was sitting on his horse waiting for someone. Behind him was a hill. My view changed I was looking down from the hill. Lying on the floor tiếp theo to an open grave was my father he looked terrible cuts everywhere on his body. I couldn’t believe it he looked horrible.
Another horse was riding towards Uther. My view went back to him and I soon recognised the rider. It was my mother. Uther greeted my mother and they started talking. I was already being dragged to another place. The forest was full of knights they all had bow and arrows.
“Get the king,” One growled.
The rest cheered and set all the arrows flying towards my mother and Uther. Unfortunately the knights were rubbish aims and none of the arrows hit Uther they all... They all pierced into my mother killing her slowly. I had to watch her bleed even Uther couldn’t watch he turned his back on her. Leaving me to be the one who saw her die. Now I am truly an orphan.
I woke up screaming a maid from the citadel came into the room.
‘”What do bạn want?” She snapped.
“No one talks to me like that. Especially not a maid,” I spat back.
“You’re just a spoilt little brat,” The maid đã đưa ý kiến as she slapped me.
My anger rose up in me but it was only there for a second. The tiếp theo thing I knew the curtain rail from my giường had fallen and hit the maid on her head. She was bleeding so much it reminded me of my dream.
I clawed my way out of the curtains and ran down the corridor to Arthur’s room. It took a couple of slaps to wake him up.
“Morgana. What do bạn want?” Arthur asked still half asleep.
“The maid in my room she’s dead hoặc dying. I’m not sure which,” I cried.
Arthur called some knights into his room and sent them to deal with the maid. They confirmed that she was dead.
Over the tiếp theo few weeks I dealt with death. My nightmare happened, I became an orphan, and Uther took me in as his ward. I became distant. I wasn’t talking to Arthur. I just sat in the castle, thinking. They told me I needed to be outside thêm so I found a place just on the edge of Camelot it was the first wall. The tường was broken down when Uther seized control of the kingdom. It became my thinking place. But sometimes I saw the ghosts of my parents hoặc the knights that had fought there before.
