✶ ――――― plotted starter for @camelotreign
the court of camelot had always fascinated eleanor ever since she was a small child,; following her father away from the village & towards the castle when he would be called to give updates on business. she had not yet officially been invited to court until her coming of age. taken by her mother & the other women in the village that were now of the ranks of the noble class, she had danced endlessly at the banquets hosted by king uther & had caught the attention of one of the prince’s knights, sir baneweth. they had exchanged letters but he had not yet been invited to her house, instead they were to meet in the courtyard of the castle. young squires trained in the corners of the courtyard with wooden training swords & wraps of worn leather around their bodies to offer some protection, several women paired off together gossiping lowly no doubt & the clamor of several carts of goods moving through the corridors towards the larger open grounds almost overwhelmed the young woman. slight gasp exited her pink mouth as the familiar colors of the pendragon crest flashed across elle’s vision on the other side of the courtyard, picking up the hem of her dress slightly & she half ran towards the outfitted man.
❝ sir baneweth! ❞ she called out, raising her free hand & waving demurely, cursing softly as she stepped on the hem of her skirt now dipped in what she hoped was only mud. ❝ it is past the hour we were to meet, sir & i fear you almost forgot about our ――― ❞ syllables cut short, hands dropping immediately as she crossed her back leg & curtsied. ❝ ; my apologies , your highness. i thought you were one of my knights ――― your knights. one of you men , uhm. do you know the whereabouts of sir baneweth? he wrote to me saying we were to meet at this very spot at least an hour ago. i consider myself a very patient woman, usually, but if he had l> no real intention of meeting me , i must consider the whole arrangement very troublesome. a waste of my parchment & time. ❞
