Unknown Land, 1101
Angelina turned to her sister, Efendize, with a puzzled expression. "Where are we?" she asked, glancing around the unfamiliar surroundings. Efendize shrugged, equally bewildered.
Efendize shrugged, equally bewildered. "I have no idea, sister," she replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty. The trees loomed tall, their shapes oddly twisted against the sky.
"How did we get here?" Angelina asked, her voice trembling with curiosity. She scanned the strange landscape, searching for any familiar landmarks.
Efendize turned to her, still uncertain. "I wish I knew, sister," she replied, her brow furrowed in thought.
The trees loomed tall, their shapes oddly twisted against the sky. A faint mist curled around their feet, adding to the eerie atmosphere. As they cautiously stepped forward, the distant sound of rushing water echoed through the air, beckoning them deeper into the unknown.
Angelina glanced at her sister, her eyes wide with concern. "What was the last thing you remember?" she asked, hoping for clarity.
Her sister hesitated, her gaze drifting to the ground as if searching for answers in the shadows. "I remember a flash of light and then… nothing," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, sending a chill down Angelina's spine.
The atmosphere grew heavier as the sound of the water intensified, almost drowning out their thoughts. "We need to keep moving," Angelina urged, gripping her sister's hand tightly as they cautiously stepped forward, the urgency of the moment compelling them to confront whatever lay ahead.
Shadowhunters Camp, 1509
Rhaenys woke with a start, confusion swirling in her mind.
"What the heck?" she exclaimed, trying to shake off the remnants of her dream as the reality of the camp settled in around her. The flickering firelight danced across the trees, casting eerie shadows that mirrored her unease.
Arthur entered the tent, concern etched across his face. "Rhaenys, are you okay?" he asked, his voice steady yet filled with worry.
Rhaenys blinked, still disoriented from her dream, and nodded slowly. "I just... I just need a moment," she replied, taking a deep breath to steady herself.
The flickering light from the campfire outside highlighted the tension in the air.
Arthur stepped closer, his protective instincts kicking in as he scanned her expression for signs of distress. "If something's bothering you, you can talk to me," he reassured her gently, placing a hand on her shoulder.
Rhaenys felt a wave of gratitude wash over her as she met his gaze, finding comfort in his presence. "Thanks, Dad. I'll be okay," she murmured, feeling a little more grounded.
Arthur nodded, his concern still evident in his eyes. "Just remember, I'm always here for you, no matter what," he said, hoping to ease the weight she seemed to carry.
Rhaenys took a deep breath, feeling the tension in her shoulders begin to ease. "I know, and that means a lot to me," she replied, her voice steadier now, as she glanced out the window, contemplating the challenges ahead.
As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow across the room, Rhaenys felt a flicker of hope. With Arthur's support, she realized that perhaps she could navigate the stormy waters of her life after all.
Arthur took a deep breath, feeling the tension in his shoulders begin to ease. "Do you want to go get some food by the campfire?" he asked his daughter, trying to lighten the mood.
Rhaenys smiled softly, appreciating his efforts to uplift her spirits. "That sounds perfect," she replied, her heart lifting as they made their way outside, the cool evening air brushing against their skin.
Rhaenys turned to her father, curiosity flickering in her eyes. "How long have I been asleep?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
Arthur paused, glancing at the stars above. "Just a few hours, but it felt like a lifetime," he replied, reassuring her with a gentle smile.
As they reached the campfire, the warm glow illuminated their faces. Rhaenys felt a sense of comfort wash over her, grateful for her father's presence.
As Rhaenys and her father settled by the campfire, they reached for some medieval food. The aroma of roasted meats and fresh bread filled the air, mingling with the crackling of the fire.
They shared a hearty stew, rich with vegetables and seasoned with herbs, a staple of their time. The bread was crusty on the outside, soft within, and perfect for dipping into the savory broth.
Rhaenys savored the flavors, feeling warmth spread through her as she ate. Her father's laughter mingled with the sounds of the night, making the meal even more special. Together, they enjoyed the simple feast, reminding them of the bonds that nourished both body and spirit.
"Wow, this food is really good," Rhaenys exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with delight.
Her father chuckled, nodding in agreement as he took another hearty bite. "It's not just the food, my dear, but the company that makes it truly unforgettable," he replied, glancing around at the flickering fire that illuminated the camp.
Rhaenys then said, "It looks like the storm passed while she was sleeping."
The night sky was now a tapestry of stars, twinkling like diamonds scattered across velvet.
"Let's take a moment to appreciate the calm," her father suggested, leaning back against a log, breathing in the fresh scent of damp earth and pine.
Rhaenys nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of serenity wash over her. "It's moments like these that remind us of the beauty in stillness," she whispered, as the gentle rustle of leaves accompanied the soft crackle of the fire.
Then Sir Tyler approaches Arthur and Rhaenys with a serious expression.
Tyler says, "A message arrived from Camelot by carrier pigeon, your majesty."
Arthur leaned forward, intrigued. "Who's it from?"
Sir Tyler then says, "It's from your wife, Queen Mahfiruze."
Arthur looked up, wondering what was happening. "What does the message say?" he inquired, his brow furrowing in concern.
Sir Tyler took a deep breath before continuing, "She says she and your mother are heading to her family's estate. She was hoping we can meet up with them before we continue the journey to Dumbrock."
Rhaenys's curiosity peaked at the mention of Mahfiruze. "Who is Mahfiruze?" he asked, glancing at her father with curiosity.
"Mahfiruze," Arthur said, his voice steady. "She is my wife." Arthur looked up at his daughter with a sincere expression.