The Third Sister

[eleanorofcamelot]

markofcornwall‌:

“Kings do not chase after animals,” he replied with a smirk on his face. “But you could say I was following in its footsteps to ensure nobody would get harmed.” Mark looked around. “I didn’t see any more sheep on the loose so I think it’s safe to assume it’s the only one. How it managed to get all the way here without anyone noticing it is beyond me.”

“What a clever thing you must be!” Eleanor mused, beaming at their animal companion. It occurred to her that perhaps the creature had escaped the kitchen or maybe someone seeking audience with the King had brought it along with them. “Do you think there might be somewhere we could return it to? Or perhaps we should aid him further in his freedom?”

[eleanorofcamelot]

morgauseoftintagel‌:

“Wine sounds much better, actually,” Morgause gave her little sister a smile. If she was being honest, she didn’t expect an invitation like this but it was not an unpleasant surprise. “We do have so much to catch up on.”

“You’ve all been so busy” Eleanor acknowledged, gesturing to one of her maids to go and retrieve a bit of wine and some glasses for them, “I am happy that you have some time now”

[eleanorofcamelot]

“Would you care to stay for a cup of tea? Or wine perhaps?”

[eleanorofcamelot]

markofcornwall‌:

When Mark decided to follow after the sheep, the last thing he imagined he’d see when he turned around a corner was a princess sitting on the ground, petting the said sheep. “I see you came across my tormentor,” he said with an amused smile, bowing when he got Eleanor’s attention. “Or is the animal yours, Your Highness?” He took a step closer to the curious scene in front of him, ready to offer a helping hand should she need it.

“It is not” Eleanor replied, laughing and patting the animal once more before she made to stand, “This poor dear must have escaped the flock. Or is there perhaps a herd of them around the corner?” she joked good-naturedly as she rose to her feet and dipped a quick curtsy before asking, “Were you chasing after him then?”

[eleanorofcamelot]

maeve-the-mercenary‌:

“I was other places after Cornwall and before coming here,” she chuckled, remembering what a gentle soul Eleanor was and seems to still be, “I’ve been here on and off for a couple of years at least but for the most part, yes, they have been. And you? How are you?”

Eleanor was delighted to find that her old friend was fairing so well. To her there was nothing better then when others found joy. “I’ll be honest, I think a small part of my heart will always belong to Cornwall but I am blissfully happy to finally be with my siblings again. I missed them so greatly”

[eleanorofcamelot]

markofcornwall‌:

“Whoa whoa!” Mark had to admit he was quite surprised when the first one to welcome him back to Camelot after he spent some time taking care of matters in Cornwall was a sheep. He had no idea where it came from but it ran past him in the corridor just by the throne room so the chances for it to have wandered there by accident were somewhat slim. Mark looked back in the direction that the sheep came from to see if anyone was chasing after it but since he didn’t immediately see anyone, he swiftly turned to follow after the animal. “You can’t just run around the castle like that.” Was he really talking to a sheep? He turned around a corner and stopped; the intruder was nowhere to be found.

Much of her childhood had been spent in Cornwall. Before she had been sent away though some of her life had been here too. Whenever she wasn’t at the orphanage she had taken to wandering the castle to see if she could chase down some memories. Unfortunately, her search hadn’t been incredibly fruitful but she had suspected that it wouldn’t be. She had been a sickly little thing after all. While wandering she usually ran into a few guards or guest of the castle here and there but never had she encountered a sheep within these walls. The poor thing had rounded the corner rather quickly and had stopped when it became entangled in her skirts. Eleanor was a little indignant about being bowled over by a sheep but recognized the hilarity of the situation. She pulled herself into a sitting position and reached for the scared animal, ‘You poor thing” she said, extending a hand to pet it, “Now, someone must be looking for you. Where could they be?”

[eleanorofcamelot]

maeve-the-mercenary‌:

Maeve didn’t really know how to react if she was honest, the young woman of course knew a little bit of who she was but she didn’t know what she had been doing here. There was so much to speak of. “I… yes I have. I’ve been here on and off for a while,” she admitted. 

“I can’t believe you’ve traveled all the way here from Cornwall!” Eleanor exclaimed, looking at her old friend in wide eyed amazement, “Please, have you enjoyed your stay here so far? The people have been kind to you?”

[eleanorofcamelot]

allthatiaskofyou‌:

Her wide eyes and sharp breath brought him no pleasure. He’d been lost in his training and the last thing he’d meant to do was startle and unarmed woman… let alone a princess. “I’m the one who should apologize, highness. It was not my intention to frighten you.” If Morgause found out he’d raised a sword to her sister she’d throttle him. He’d probably let her.

As the fear that had risen in her began to abate Eleanor found her usual smile, “It brings me peace to know that were I someone who wished to bring any in this castle harm you might have dispelled of me quickly. Please, do not apologize for being good at your job. I really should pay more attention”

[eleanorofcamelot]

allthatiaskofyou‌:

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to sneak up on a knight?” Lamorak lowered his sword with a sigh. “Or anyone holding a weapon, really.” 

Eleanor let out the breath that she had been holding as he lowered the sharp tip of his blade away from her abdomen, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to....I should have been paying attention to where I was going....”

[principedeimercenari]

A man, a drink and his thoughts.

[eleanorofcamelot]

principedeimercenari‌:

“No… I am from a place far from here actually.”  He knew his accent already gave away that he was a foreigner in a foreign land. He fiddled his fingers with the wooden cup before him before looking back up to her. “Where is this Cornwall?”

The bar keeper made quick work of bringing the princess the glass that she had requested. “It is southwest from here, I believe. A part of this country, but not this Kingdom” she replied before raising the glass to her lips and taking a sip from it. As she set it down she turned her attention to him, “Are you a traveler?”

[eleanorofcamelot]

maeve-the-mercenary‌:

The sound of the woman’s voice made Maeve hesitate, sure that she had heard it before. “Yes they are,” she confirmed as she turned to look at her. Sure enough, she did recognise her. “Eleanor,” she said after a moment. 

Eleanor had not been in Camelot for long. Many did not know her and those that did didn’t recognize her since she no longer resembled the unhealthy babe she had once been. A touch of surprise at the recognition colored her features and then absolute delight as she realized who the woman was, “Maeve! You’ve come to Camelot?”

[madlittleking]

Honey, I’m Home

[eleanorofcamelot]

madlittleking‌:

Lot was not the sort of man to run and hide from anyone or anything, but marriage was a far more alarming concept than war or death. He stood by his choice to marry Morgause, knowing the alliance would be immeasurably useful to him in the future. When Camelot finally fell, his new Queen would strengthen his claim politically. Not only that, he knew his wife was a force to be reckoned with. That said… this was business for him. He’d never been good at making friends, let alone a partner or wife. He worked best alone, so he’d stayed in Lothian for as long as possible. Not only was he responsible for running his kingdom, the politics had been the perfect excuse to be alone and avoid his marital duties. But that could only go on for so long, so when his advisors urged him to return to Camelot to maintain his alliance and strengthen his marriage he reluctantly agreed. Camelot seemed to be doing quite well, which made him absolutely miserable. It was bad enough the kingdom was thriving with its wretched King sitting happily on the throne, now Lot would be forced to see it first hand. Every day. Not only that, he had to pretend to be happy about it. Lot wasn’t good at seeming happy even when he meant it -not that it was very often. 

He leaned against a column with an annoyed groan, watching the people walking by. “Hey, you!” he called out to the first person his eyes settled on. “What do you know of the Saxons in the East? Is there any talk of future conflict?” he wasn’t expecting the passerby to provide any useful information, but he needed a lead, a whisper, an idea… a distraction. 

The weather had been incredibly fine that morning considering how close they were to the cold months. Eleanor had asked that her ladies prepare for a walk about the castle gardens. There always seemed to be a bit of chatter among the ladies, likely court gossip, that the princess chose not to pay much attention to. Everyone had something that they didn’t wish for others to know and she’d much rather this form of slander fall upon deaf ears than allow her opinion of someone to be tainted because of it. It was something that most of the ladies assigned to her had learned rather quickly, though it didn’t keep them from speaking in whispers as they trailed alongside her. 

A voice punctuated the whispers, requesting information from the lady in the back of the small troupe that had accompanied her. All spun to face the man, their curiosity piqued by his inquiry. Eleanor watched as her lady-in-waiting floundered for words. The maiden beside her leaned in as she saw the confusion on her face and whispered to her that the man before them was the King of Lothian. “My brother, perhaps” Eleanor began, stepping forward through the ladies and dipping her head in reverence to the King before continuing, “or one of the guards might have the answer to that. Far better than a lady of the court, I’d suspect”

[eleanorofcamelot]

eadwigtrodai‌:

Viviane had returned to Avalon once more, Ælle was away with Cerdic trying to persuade more Saxon allies to join their cause, and there was little for Eadwig to do but continue his work and try not to think too hard about the doubts beginning to cloud his mind.

There was plenty of healing work to do, however, and his supplies were often running short these days. After stocking up once more on herbs and tinctures from the apothecary, he was on his way back to his workshop when he noticed someone hovering near the door. “Are you waiting for me?”

The majority of her life had been spent with her aunt and uncle in Cornwall. It had been their plan to bring her back to full health and then have her take full advantage of the staff, just as a Princess should. Eleanor, however, had found that the outdoors motivated her to leave her bed. As a little girl she had fallen in love with the animals on the farm. Much to her aunt and uncle’s chagrin she had taken in every single bird, kitten or herd animal she found with injury. Eventually, animals had graduated to people. She had never played full-on nurse, but she had been present for a handful of births and had aided the sick until she herself risked infection. While in Camelot she had tried to be the princess that she felt she was expected to be, but there were some things that she simply couldn’t leave behind and that caring was one of them. 

Weeks ago Eleanor had found seven little motherless kittens on the road during her return from the orphanage. She’d fought hard for them, going so far as to sneak them into the castle and sacrificing sleep to ensure their survival. They’d triumphed beautifully, save for the little one nestled in her arms. The Princess was at a loss for who to turn to so she had found herself wandering in search for anyone who might “I - I just need something for his eyes” she said softly, stroking the animal in her arms. 

[eleanorofcamelot]

camelotsownseamstress‌:

“No, wait you can’t just-…” Elsa ran after the noblewoman who just stormed out of her house. She held a dress in her hand, waving it in the woman’s direction, but she continued walking without turning around. The seamstress groaned in frustration, throwing her arms in the air, almost as if she wanted to shove the dress on the ground. “I have a child to feed, you know?!” she cried after the disinterested woman, not caring about anyone who might be observing the scene.

Today, the Princess had felt restless. Her muscles begged for activity beyond that of a walk about the palace gardens or too and from a carriage. Surely it might upset her handmaiden and guards were she to show later than usual to the castle and Eleanor truly hated to be selfish, but this feeling of inactivity was putting a damper on her overall mood - and she had never been one to feel an ounce of depression before. So, for her own well-being she traversed the outskirts of Camelot. Her attention was called by a well-born lady barreled past her and the woman behind her called out in distress. Concern creased Eleanor’s brow as she approached the seamstress, “Miss?” she questioned, figuring that she likely had enough coin on her for a gown and knowing that she couldn’t just not help a woman who worried for her child, “How much?”

[eleanorofcamelot]

maeve-the-mercenary‌:

It had been a slow recovery process but now Maeve was mostly back to normal and able to send more and more times outdoors. Which was why she was taking a walk through some of the pretty gardens that the castle had. Now that she was set on staying, she took pleasure in the things she didn’t notice before. “What an unusual flower,” Maeve muttered as she bent down to inspect it. 

@eleanorofcamelot

Soon Winter would fall and a white blanket would cover the Earth bringing forth what used to be Eleanor’s least favorite season. The chill in the air had sent her once frail body into fits of shivering that caused her bones to tremble and her muscles to ache. A small part of her mourned the loss of Autumn, but it wasn’t in her nature to hold on to any sort of grudge. She would do the best to enjoy the time she had now. As she walked through the gardens a woman’s voice caught her. In response to the woman’s muttering the princess smiled brightly, looking about fondly at all of the plants the castle staff had painstakingly replanted and taken care of, “Many new things are growing here after the storm. Lovely, aren’t they?”

[principedeimercenari]

A man, a drink and his thoughts.

[eleanorofcamelot]

principedeimercenari‌:

“Yes, you may.” 

He gestured his hand to the free seat next to him before turning back to his drink in hand then downs it, then places his mug back down. He then turned to face her, a curious tone in his voice.

“Are you from Camelot?” He knew foreigners would be rare in this part of the world, but it wouldn’t hurt to ask.

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A soft smile crossed the Princess’ face as she took a seat beside the man, delighted by the fact that he seemed to be so polite. “Thank you” she said as she flagged down the barkeep and requested a bit of water, “No. I’m from Cornwall. Are you from Camelot?”

[principedeimercenari]

A man, a drink and his thoughts.

“Helen…”  Was the only thing he could think of soon as he landed on this foreign land, the only person who kept him sane and controlled, if it weren’t for her, he could’ve gone made a long time ago.

“… I can’t leave yet, no…” He said softly before looking back down on his cup of water, he chose to abstain from water as of late. Then he drank it down before looking over to the side, he noticed some figures in the tavern eyeing him. Then he looked away, he didn’t want trouble.

[eleanorofcamelot]

Eleanor had no place being in the tavern. Her siblings definitely wouldn’t have liked it. She had worked hard at the orphanage today and was incredibly parched so she had ventured in in attempt to quell it. When the princess entered she caught many people staring her way. By no means was she in royal garb, but she was dressed more finely than she would have been back when she lived on the farm in Cornwall. The princess eyes caught on a man who didn’t seem to pay her any heed and headed his direction, “Do you mind if I sit next to you?”