A New Home | Uther and Elena
Elena's loud footsteps could be heard throughout the grand corridor as she made her way to the dining hall. It made her endlessly frustrated. Was she too loud? Was she disturbing anyone? Truth be told everything in Camelot made her unnerved. She never knew what do with herself. It seemed everyone was waiting for her to do something wrong. It certainly felt like she was doing everything wrong. Arthur and her had only been betrothed weeks ago, but it felt like a lifetime ago that she was roaming her own castle in her own kingdom. She often wondered what her Father was doing. Was he as lonely as she was? The thought grieved her immensely. Camelot was beautiful, but was it not her home. She often wondered if ever would be. It seemed unlikely.
She had passed a few doors when she stopped suddenly, turning her head left and right. Which door was it? Had she passed it already? The castle was immense and she never paid attention to where everything was. Back home she had relied on instinct and the knowledge she always had. Here she usually followed Arthur, lost in her own thoughts or mulling over if she looked presentable enough. Today, however, Arthur was gone on some hunting trip leaving her on her own. It wasn't much different. He was usually quiet and reserved with her, only speaking out of politeness. Elena tried not to notice how forced and uncomfortable he always sounded. Now she was to have dinner with the Lady Morgana and the King on her own. Usually they directed everything towards Arthur.
"Milady, the King awaits you." A young servant girl whom Elena did not know the name of, slipped past the double doors, her gaze on the floor. Elena only nodded, letting out a shaky breath. She would never admit it, or comment on it, but the King, and his ward, scared her. Pulling her shoulders back, she stepped into the large room. To her surprise, only the King was seated on the table, an array of vibrant fruits and other food before him. It looked absolutely delicious. She hadn't realized how hungry she had been.
"Sire, I must apologize for my tardiness."