Morgan's Base Camp, 1509
Arthur looked at Rhaenys, her unconscious body lying still on the ground. "Rhaenys, wake up," he urged, his voice filled with concern.
The dim light of Morgan's Base Camp illuminated the scene, casting shadows that danced around them. Arthur's heart raced as he knelt beside her, desperately hoping for a response.
He brushed a strand of hair from her face, feeling the warmth of her skin. "Please, you have to wake up," he pleaded, his voice breaking slightly.
Time felt suspended as he waited, each second stretching into an eternity. The weight of uncertainty was hanging in the air, and Arthur refused to give up hope.
Merlin ran over to them.
He quickly assessed her condition, his heart racing as he tried to determine the best course of action. "We need to get her somewhere safe," he urged, glancing back at Arthur, who looked stricken with worry. ry.
"Is she going to be okay?" Arthur pleaded, his voice breaking slightly. Time felt suspended as he waited, each second stretching into an eternity.
Merlin took a deep breath, steeling himself for what lay ahead. "We have to move now," he said firmly, urging Arthur to help him lift her gently. Together, they carefully carried her away from the chaos, determined to find a sanctuary where they could tend to her wounds and reignite the flickering flame of hope.
Serephina then says to Arthur, "We can take Rhaenys back to my palace so she can get some rest."
Arthur nodded in agreement, his eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of danger. "Let's make haste," he replied, his voice resolute, as they hurried towards the distant silhouette of Serephina's palace, hoping that safety awaited them beyond its walls.
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Shanea Palace, Rhaenys Bed Chambers
A while later, they arrived back at the palace and headed to Rhaenys' bedchambers.
Arthur carefully laid Rhaenys' unconscious body on the bed, ensuring she was comfortable.
Serephina approached, her expression filled with concern as she examined Rhaenys' pale face. "She needs to rest and recover," Serephina whispered, glancing at Arthur. "We'll do everything possible to help her," she assured him.
As the weight of uncertainty hung in the air, Arthur nodded, determination flickering in his eyes. Together, everyone set to work, gathering herbs and potions from the palace's apothecary, hoping to bring Rhaenys back to them as soon as possible.
Arthur felt a mix of emotions as he looked through Rhaenys' belongings. Among them, he discovered a photo album. When he opened it, the contents of the photo album surprised him.
Inside the photo album, Arthur found a collection of cherished memories. Each page held vibrant snapshots capturing Rhaenys' laughter, adventures, and milestones throughout her life.
There were images of her exploring lush gardens, dancing at royal celebrations, and sharing quiet moments with friends.
The album also included handwritten notes, each filled with heartfelt messages and anecdotes that brought the photographs to life. As he turned the pages,
Arthur felt a deeper bond with his daughter Rhaenys and a renewed sense of hope. He realized that these memories were not just a glimpse into her past but a source of strength for the future. The album became a treasure trove of inspiration as he committed to bringing her back.
Then Arthur suddenly remembers meeting his daughter back in Camelot at the spring ball when she was seven years old.
Camelot Ballroom, 1502
The Camelot Ballroom was a grand space, adorned with shimmering chandeliers that cast a warm glow over the festivities. Rich tapestries draped the walls, and the floor was polished to a mirror-like sheen, reflecting the elegance of the evening.
Arthur admired the stunning transformation of the room, telling Mahfiruze she did a wonderful job organizing the Christmas ball. The sheen of the decorations reflected the elegance of the evening, creating a winter wonderland ambiance.
Lush garlands of evergreen and twinkling fairy lights framed the entryway, while large snowflakes hung beautifully from the ceiling. Elegant table settings featuring gold-rimmed china and crystal glassware, surrounded by flickering candlelight, enhanced the magical atmosphere. In every corner, vibrant red and green accents added to the festive spirit, inviting guests to celebrate joyfully. Arthur felt grateful for Mahfiruze's effort in making the event so special.
Mahfiruze smiled warmly at her husband. "Thank you for your kind words, Arthur," she said, her heart full of appreciation. "I truly enjoyed creating this winter wonderland ambiance for us." She gestured around the room, admiring the elegant decorations that set the mood. "It's wonderful to see our vision come to life and share this joy with everyone."
Her gratitude shone in her eyes, reflecting the love they shared. "Your support means the world to me, and I'm so glad you appreciate it." With a gentle squeeze of his hand, she expressed her heartfelt thanks once more.
He smiled back at her, feeling a warmth spread through him as the laughter of their friends filled the air. "I wouldn't have wanted to do this with anyone else," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity and affection.
Mahfiruz smiled at him, her eyes sparkling with joy. "I'm going to go and talk to some of the guests," she said, her excitement palpable. He nodded, knowing how much she enjoyed connecting with others. As she walked away, he felt a sense of pride for her warm nature.
The laughter of their friends continued to echo, creating a festive atmosphere. He took a moment to appreciate how far they had come together, feeling grateful for the love they shared. "This is just the beginning," he thought, eager for all the moments yet to come.
Arthur walked around the ballroom and spotted a seven-year-old girl.
She was twirling in her sparkly dress, lost in her world of imagination. Arthur smiled, reminded of the innocence and joy that childhood brings, and felt a wave of nostalgia wash over him.
Arthur walked over to the little girl, kneeling down to her level. "Hello there!" he said warmly, smiling brightly at her. The girl stopped twirling, and her eyes lit up with curiosity. "Hi!" she exclaimed, her voice full of excitement and wonder.
Arthur admired her sparkly dress and asked, "What are you imagining?" Her face beamed as she began to share her fantastical story. Listening intently, Arthur felt the simple joy of the moment, cherishing the connection they shared.
As she spoke, her hands danced in the air, painting vivid pictures of magical lands and brave heroes. Arthur couldn't help but smile, captivated by her creativity and the innocence that radiated from her every word.
Then he paused and asked, "What is your name?"
The little girl looked up, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and replied, "My name is Rhaenys!"
With a grin, Arthur responded, "That's a wonderful name, Rhaenys! It sounds like a name fit for a queen in one of your magical stories." Her laughter resonated like melodies, and momentarily, they found themselves immersed in a realm of limitless possibilities.