Rᴜʟᴇ (,) Bʀɪᴛᴀɴɴɪᴀ «Lᴇʟᴏᴜᴄʜ»
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With no real duty to fulfill, it was all too easy for the King of Britannia to become lost in thought. With one burden gone, another seemed to take its place.
She thought of her kingdom often, almost excessively so. It wasn't as if such thoughts were new or unexpected, but without a Grail to obtain she found it was much more despairing to think of another potentially empty-handed return. She found it difficult to accept the fact that this time there truly didn't seem to be any significant reward to obtain during her time summoned, especially since she would soon find herself back on that damned hill once more should she be sent back.
Of course, this train of thought only served to dredge up more unwanted memories from a vast span of battles and wars, transfixing her in the middle of the pathway leading back towards the housing area. Though she would have liked to claim she remained alert at all times, she experienced a temporary lapse. It was doubtful that any single man or woman could land an attack on her, even in such a state, but to say she wasn't quite aware of her surroundings was an understatement.
In fact, the Heroic Spirit was so lost in her own mind that she failed to notice she was blocking the path completely. One could only hope there was no need to go to or from the housing area anytime soon.














