#justborntobequeen

[thetreacheroustraitors]

"Don't look at me, I had nothin' to do with this..."

[aservantincamelot]

justborntobequeen started following you

Although the bed in Morgana's outer chamber was really soft, Gwen couldn't sleep well in it; she could hardly blink an eye, to be honest. She wasn't used to this kind of comfort: after her hard bed at home, she was afraid that she would sink into the matress. However, it wasn't what kept her awake. She had been asked to sleep here because lately, Morgana had been having some horrible nightmares, so the King told her to stay close to his ward in order to calm her down.

It was the worry about Morgana that didn't let her sleep. Despite Gwen was working for her for about a month, they had become friends easily. The young servant was happy to have someone of her age around, especially, because most of the servants she was working with were older than her. Then along came the order to be the Lady Morgana's handmaiden. At first Gwen was afraid of her, because she was the King's ward, but then she realised how good she really was.

Gwen was just lying there, staring into the dark, waiting for the screams to start. Every time she closed her eyes, they popped open, because what it Morgana would need her? She rolled over on the bed, with her head getting heavier due to the sleepiness that starter taking over her. She closed her eyes again, slowly drifting to sleep, when she heard the scream from the inner parts of the chamber. She quickly got up and ran inside, barefoot, still a little dizzy with sleepiness. "My Lady," she called out as she reached the trembling Morgana. For a moment she didn't know what she should do, then she took a step closer and carefully pulled her into a hug. "It's alright, it was just a dream," she said softly.

[sindhbad]

A Stranger to the White Shores // justborntobequeen

It had been a hard few weeks' sailing, and Sinbad had never been more glad to set foot on solid ground.

It wasn't uncommon for the trade winds to turn against them, but the storms that had caught the Chimera in their crosshairs had been fierce and unexpected, and both Sinbad and his crew had found themselves rapidly blown off course. Rains and heavy mists had engulfed them, and for some days they'd been forced to sail blind, stripped of either sun or stars to guide their course.

The weight of responsibility on Sinbad's shoulders was heavy. The Chimera was a small ship, and her hold could carry perhaps a month's worth of privisions at the most, when not laden with other cargo, but it was fresh water that was most likely to run short, and most likely to cause mutiny should it become depleted. And so, when they'd caught sight of land - little more than a godforsaken spit, a rocky outcrop of some distant shore - he'd called to pull in, not knowing which country, if it had a name at all, was to have been their saviour.

Luckily, a brief reconnaissance had turned up a town, and despite the persistent rains and grey skies Sinbad had made sure that his crew found their way to food, water and bed with all the mindfulness of a mother duck with her ducklings. Only once he was certain that they weren't ready to either mutiny or be killed off by the local populace (much as it sounded laughable, brief enquiries had revealed that this rainy, miserable place was Albion, and even a foreigner knew to trust an Englishman only so far as you could throw him), he'd slipped out of the tavern that they'd found, his trusty dog sticking close to his heels as he began to gain his bearings, eyes peeled for somewhere that might provide them with information and, more importantly, maps.

[changeyerfate]

justborntobequeen started following you

The redhead looked towards the raven haired woman before her and gave a small smirk at the outfit that she was wearing. She must have been dying in that attire - it looked like something her mother would want to stuff her into! "Hullo." Merida smiled, trying to keep her smug appearance to a limit, "Ah'm Merida, who are ye?"