@myrlin, merlin ambrosius. ❛ it’s not a story ― it really happened. ❜ ⁽ ᵇᵃʳᵇⁱᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵘᵗᶜʳᵃᶜᵏᵉʳ ˢᵉⁿᵗᵉⁿᶜᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳˢ. ⁾
as a child, barbie would transform her small bedroom into a fantasy escape with kings and queens, knights and dragons, torn right from the pages of king arthur, the round table and camelot. with a bedsheet used as a cloak, a plastic sword in hand, she'd slay the dragon in the name of arthur and be knighted; lady barbie of camelot! but it was make believe, the imagination of a bright eyed, curious girl, enamoured by tales of legends.
❝ but it's a story, it's always been a story. king arthur, excalibur, the knights of the round table. i've owned plenty of them! ❞ she stares, wide eyed and shaking her head, before dropping into the seat across marlow's desk, bag falling to her feet.
❝ what makes you think he... that any of it is real? nobody's ever found solid proof. ❞ she narrows her eyes at him, curiously tilting her head to one side. ❝ unless... there's something you aren't telling me professor? ❞