As a new year dawned, slowly, the layer of ice and snow that blanketed Camelot began to melt away. Winter came to an end. The freezing temperatures faded. Cities and villages slowly rose out of their slumber, resuming trade and preparing their farmland for the coming Spring seeding. As the snow vanished, the Kingdom of Camelot came to life again.
Imbolc had arrived.
And with the end of Winter…
Came the end of peace.
As soon as the snow melted, Uther and Agravaine sent their scouts to the mountains in the South. They had a singular objective: to find and observe Nemeth’s incoming army.
Camelot and Nemeth bordered each other in two areas. One was the dark, dense, dangerous forest of Murkwood. The other was a series of tall mountain peaks that stood between the two Kingdoms. The only way to get through those peaks was to take the mountain pass near Camlann; any other route was too perilous for an army to pass through.
During Winter, the pass had been completely blocked off by snowfall. Passage was impossible. As a result, the Kingdom of Camelot and its citizens had been safe.
The arrival of Imbolc brought an end to that safety.
As the snow around them began to melt, the scouts from Camelot swiftly made their way to the pass. They made camp on the other side of the mountains, hiding their presence and watching. Waiting. Each of them was ready to report any sign of movement from the armies of Nemeth.
And each of them was ready to pay for that information with their lives.
But no soldiers came.
Back in Camelot, the entire war chamber fell silent as the news reached them. Faces pulled into frowns. Eyes were narrowed suspiciously. Uther didn’t have to say anything; the others already knew what the army’s lack of presence meant. The silence hung like a heavy, ominous weight around their collective necks.
“They should have been there,” Agravaine finally muttered. “We didn’t find them near the forest. If they didn’t come through Murkwood, then they should have come through the pass. Nemeth wouldn’t waste time like this. And neither would Gorlois. Something isn’t right, sire.”
Uther glanced down at the map of Albion with a suspicious, calculating glare. His hands balled themselves into fists. In a low tone, the Iron King growled:
“They’re planning something.”
“It’s all right. Don’t worry. I was just distracted.”
After spending an entire Autumn and Winter in revalidation, Bayard of Mercia had finally regained enough strength to return home. A large part of their court had stayed with him throughout his recovery. Including six knights, a Duchess and all three of his siblings.
One of Bayard’s brothers was supposed to stay in Camelot either way. Now that they were at war with two countries, they needed someone to act as Bayard’s representative, just like Pellinore had stayed in place of Cenred. They only needed one of them.
But all three siblings had volunteered, deciding to spend Winter in Camelot and sending the King, Queen and the rest of their court back by themselves. It was an exceptional show of loyalty. The way Bayard and his siblings interacted reminded Arthur of himself and Morgana. And, in a strange way, it reminded him of himself and Gawain. Arthur had grown to greatly respect Bayard because of it.
The Crown Prince of Mercia was a good man.
But it was not just Bayard who was saying his goodbyes today.
“Do you have everything you need?”
“We’ll manage,” Bayard replied, crossing his arms as he nodded at Arthur. “I appreciate all of the help that you’ve given us, Pendragon. I’m sure that mending this many broken bones is not part of the standard tournament program.”
Bayard’s tone was incredibly casual. Almost inappropriately so. Arthur had to stop his mouth from pulling into a smile because of it. Instead, he gave his fellow Prince a stiff nod, deciding to stick to proper manners.
“Ending up in that situation was our responsibility. It was the least we could do, Bayard.”
“Still. I vividly remember trying to strangle you. I’m pretty that sure you stabbed me in the gut a few times, as well. Let’s not have a repeat of that at the next tournament, shall we? We’ll try something else instead. A game of extreme horseshoes, or something.”
Arthur couldn’t help it. He liked Bayard.
“Sure,” he chuckled. “But only if we throw them from horseback while wearing full plate armour. Let’s make it a little interesting.”
“You have a deal, Pendragon. Prepare to lose in a few years.”
Arthur watched as Bayard turned towards the boy behind him. In a much gentler tone, the Crown Prince of Mercia addressed his younger brother.
“I’m counting on you, Norman. Make me proud.”
Norman gave him a nod as he folded his arms behind him, puffing up his chest proudly.
“Yes, my lord.”
“Write often. You will be my eyes, ears and mouth. Do not take that lightly.”
“I won’t, sire.”
“And remember to drink all the honey mead.”
“I’m joking, Norman,” Bayard replied, his face pulling into a smirk as his sister let out a chuckle behind him. Norman blinked.
Arthur looked at Norman from the corner of his eyes. The Crown Prince knew why his parents had chosen him, out of all of them, to stay behind. Norman was the youngest of all his siblings. The boy was barely older than fifteen. He was meek, polite, and still had a great deal left to learn about court intrigue.
Out of everyone, Norman was the most expendable.
The boy didn’t need to know that, though.
“Don’t worry, Bayard. We’ll take good care of him,” Arthur replied, giving the young Prince a reassuring smile. Bayard nodded at him in approval.
“Good. I expect to see him again in one piece.”
“Of course. You have my word.”
“Safe travels, my lord,” Arthur said, falling into a formal bow. The Crown Prince watched as Bayard returned the gesture, with the rest of the nobles behind him doing the same.
“You too, Pendragon. Wherever your travels will lead.”
A few feet to their left, Arthur’s men were in the middle of a very different kind of farewell. It had come as a shock to everyone when Elyan announced that he was leaving. At first, Arthur and Gawain had been convinced that the dark-haired noble was joking. He had a history of messing with them. Then, when he didn’t waver, Gawain refused to believe it, stubbornly pretending that it wasn’t going to happen for most of Winter.
But Elyan was serious. And eventually, Gawain realised that, too. He really was going to leave. He really was going to go to Mercia. Elyan would stop being one of Arthur’s knights, and travel to the other side of Albion without them.
They knew why. Lancelot had explained it to Gawain twice. He understood the logic behind it.
But logic didn’t make it sting less.
“Remember to write, okay?”
“Psch! Me? Write?” Elyan replied. “When have you ever seen me write, saddle-goose?”
“Okay, fine, fine. I’ll write you a damn letter.”
Elyan leaned back against the seat, chuckling to himself before looking back at his friends.
“Bye, kids,” he smirked at Lancelot and Gawain. “Be good, now. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“Elyan. You’ve literally done everything.”
“Ah. Right. Good point.”
At the other side of the courtyard, Mercia’s knights were beginning to mount their horses. They would leave soon. Elyan glanced over from his friends towards Arthur and Bayard, who were saying their last goodbyes. For a moment, the dark-haired nobleman seemed deep in thought. Then that moment ended, and Elyan turned towards Lancelot.
“One last thing before I go. Do me a favour and send Arthur over here, would you?”
He did. Lancelot waited for the two Princes to finish talking before he made his way over and whispered in Arthur’s ear. The Crown Prince raised a single eyebrow as he glanced over at the carriage. Before too long, Lancelot had brought Arthur back with him.
“Sending for your Prince, now?” Arthur asked as he approached. “Normally that works the other way around, Elyan.”
Elyan’s behaviour, too, was bordering on inappropriate. Arthur tried to make his voice sound disapproving, but the Crown Prince was unable to mask the undertone of amusement.
“Psch. I’m trading you in for a new Prince, remember? So you’re out of luck in the manners department no matter what.”
“You don’t have manners, Elyan.”
“Horse dung,” the dark-haired noble scoffed. “I can be Mr. Posh-and-haughty all day if I want to. I just don’t bloody want to.”
Arthur chuckled. Elyan never changed, no matter what life threw at him. It was one of his worst flaws – and one of his greatest charms at the same time.
He hoped that his friend would stay that way for the rest of his life.
As the Crown Prince looked up at his former knight-in-training, Elyan’s expression suddenly grew serious.
“Hey. Arthur. Before we go, I’m going to give you some advice.”
“A parting message to your future King?” Arthur joked. But the dark-haired noble shook his head at him.
“No. This isn’t advice for Arthur as a Prince. This is advice for Arthur as an old friend.”
Elyan sat up straight, looking down at his legs for a moment. He let out a sigh. Then, the swordsman looked up again, making eye contact with Arthur.
“Look. We don’t know the future, okay? You never know how your life is going to change. Watcher, if you’d told me a year ago that I’d lose all use of my legs and swap you out for Bayard because of it, I would have socked you in the jaw.”
“No, let me speak. I need to get this out before we leave.”
“My point is… you never know how your life is going to change. All of it could be different tomorrow. So here is my advice, Arthur. If there is something that you want to do today… do it. Do it while you still can. And don’t let anyone stop you from doing it.”
“Don’t wait until it’s too late.”
After waving off the procession from Mercia, Arthur escorted Mithian back into the castle. The girl was in a good mood. He could hear her humming to herself as they walked through the entrance hall.
“Thank you for… including me today, my lord,” she said. “I know it was not required of you. I appreciate the gesture. Truly.”
“I was thinking… It would be good to get to know each other a bit better, sire. Would you be willing to share some tea with me? There should be some waiting in the parlour.”
He had no other plans for the day. Mithian was very kind to offer her time to him. But Elyan’s parting words had left a strange, depressed feeling in Arthur’s chest that wasn’t going away no matter how hard he tried to ignore it.
His feelings must have been visible on his face, because Mithian’s expression suddenly faltered. In a timid voice, she said:
“If… if you’re not opposed to the idea, of course.”
Play your role.
“No. Tea sounds good.”
He could play along. He owed her that much. Mithian wasn’t to blame for any of this- it wasn’t her fault that he could not look forward to marrying her. She was a sweet girl. She always had been. The least Arthur could do was be nice to her. After all, it was his fault that she had ended up trapped in Camelot.
Tea was the least he could do.
Arthur had already walked halfway into the parlour with Mithian, his mind wandering and distracted, when his eyes finally caught up to his surroundings. They weren’t alone. His legs abruptly stopped in their tracks as he recognised the person that was preparing their tea.
Arthur opened his mouth without thinking.
The fiery red hair was unmistakable. Morgana’s maidservant spun around, quickly standing up from the ground and turning towards him with a lovely, open-hearted smile that warmed him more than the fireplace ever could.
“Milord! The kitchens told me that you needed tea, so-”
The next moment, that smile faded. The warmth in Arthur’s chest turned into an icy chill as he saw her expression change. The gleam vanished from her eyes. Her shoulders fell. Guinevere’s gaze flicked back and forth between him and Mithian as her mind instantly realised.
Arthur didn’t respond. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know if there was anything to say. And the next moment, it no longer mattered. The Crown Prince of Camelot watched as Morgana’s maidservant broke eye contact with him. Guinevere neatly placed her hands in her lap as she fell into a formal bow.
When Guinevere rose back up, all trace of warmth had disappeared from her eyes. Her face was completely expressionless. Arthur had never seen the maidservant without emotion. For a moment, it almost felt as if he was looking at a different person. In a stiff, formal tone, the maidservant asked:
“Do you require anything else?”
He couldn’t answer her. Arthur could feel a strange sense of guilt well up in his chest, a feeling that got worse the longer he looked at her.
“No, that’s all right,” Mithian replied, answering in his place. “This is perfect. Thank you, Guinevere.”
Arthur watched in silence as Guinevere bowed again. The rest of the tea set was left untouched as she turned to leave the parlour. Within moments, her soft footsteps had made their way through the room and to the door.
The maidservant did not look back.
14 thoughts on “3.26 – Imbolc, Part I”
I’m back and eager to embrace all the wholesome! Aw, the snow is melting. The world is waking up from Winter slumber; bright-eyed, bushy-tailed and… oh right, yes, the war. Well. It’s an excuse for Uther to get his little toys out and stomp about though, so that is amusing at least.
Hm. Morgana soaked up all Guin’s mulch and now what? Does she know what to do with it? Is that where she’s going at the end? I assumed she was off to plant her pouch of
ballsseeds but maybe she has an inkling of what she needs to do or who she needs to see to extract the crap, as it were. That won’t be pretty.
Speaking of pretty, there’s Arthur! Oof, Bayard had a whole entourage? What a diva. Talk about outstaying the welcome. Still, you may have been stabbed in the gut a few times but you now have a cool scar Bayard that has improved your appeal by about 5.6%. Extreme horseshoes! I so want to see that! I scanned for a hidden scene but didn’t find one. Norman. 😆 Yes, he definitely looks like a Norman. Aww, he’s expendable? Poor kid. Let’s hope he doesn’t go the way of all the other kids in the story so far – dead or just wish they were. Elyan is leaving? Wow, that has me torn. I really like him but I understand why he needs to go. What reason did he give, I wonder? The truth? ‘Logic’ suggests not. And no, Gawain, he won’t write – he’ll be too busy enjoying the ride
Interesting that of all the things he could have thought of, Arthur’s thoughts go to Guin with Elyan’s words. I’ve lost the timeline a little – when was he supposed to marry? Perhaps the impending nuptials are weighing on his mind. Ah, yes, there go – dreading it. Such a shame because Mithian does seem nice – potential ill health and short lifespan notwithstanding – but of course he wants Guin. You can’t tell me Arthur doesn’t love a redhead. 😉And OOF, when did she get foxy waves and high heels? Someone is certainly blossoming.
What a place to end! We don’t even know what flavour the tea was. The suspense!
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Wholesome, huh? *checks schedule * Hmm… Yes. Yes! Definitely headed for more wholesome.
Maybe she does! You’ll find out very quickly where she’s headed, as this chapter was waaaaay too big to fit in one post which means that the next one is already half-done. Hmm.. to be wise and post it after a week, or to be fickle. Hmm….
Bayard had a whole entourage. It definitely was not because the food is better in Camelot or they really wanted to collectively prank Aggro’s toilets. When I ran the boy through the CAS name generator and his name came out as Norman, it made me laugh. And now I misspell him every time he’s in a scene and accidentally spell Normal. I really have not been kind to kids in the story so far, have I?
Elyan is leaving. This one was left up to the dice, and the dice said that he wanted to go. You never know, though. It might not be the last that we see of our foul-mouthed closet dweller.
The story hasn’t given you a timeline for when they’re supposed to marry, though engagements can last pretty long depending on the circumstances. Guinevere actually has wavy hair, but you don’t see that when she has wrapped into a bun (and also because hairstyles are a pain to get just right 🙄). It’s more visible when she has it tied back in a ponytail… thing… and it looks like this when it’s all loose.
Will Arthur ever find out what flavour tea it was? Find out next time on Tea Time in Camelot!
Ok. I’m too curious not to ask.
Guin’s change in appearance. Was she making an effort to look nice to Arthur? Not that she didn’t look nice before but i assumed palace servants had to tie their hair and the fact that she volunteered to bring tea and had her hair loose.. sus. If yes then oof, way to go. It looks like removing all that darkness from her made her live just a little, though it was unreciprocated and probably growing back.
Is Morrie replaying Guin’s past a side effect of absorbing darkness? That’s quite a double-edged sword ability isnt it. 🤔 no cenred to release the toxins for her this time.
This chapter wasn’t long at all. I was preparing for bedtime story length. 😆
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This one will take a bit to show up in the story but the short version of it is that yes, she was making an effort to look nice. Whether it was for Arthur I’ll leave up to your interpretation. Removing people’s darkness does have an effect on them, though you make a very good point there; for how long does it stay away?
It is. It is very much a double-edged sword, though Morgana has no idea what kind of weapon she’s wielding.
Haha, that’s probably because it got so long that I had to split it in two 🤭 next one is coming soon.
Your photos are always very talkative, but the sudden shift from Arthur’s serious face to Guinevere’s beautiful glowing portrait gave me a shock in the stomach.
That this is her he was thinking of when he received important advice from Elyan should not come as a surprise. It has always been an unspoken undertone throughout the picture.
The transition from Guinevere’s portrait in warm tones to the colorless image of Mithian, speaks its clear language.
It is quite consistent for this chapter that the text does not take up so much space. I did not miss it ❤
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Sometimes additional text is not needed. This was one of those times. Their relationship has been a plot point for a while now, but with Elyan’s advice, things are finally starting to snowball. How big of a snowball it becomes will become clear next chapter.
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Welp, snow’s over. Time to get back to war, I guess XC Naww morgana and her clipclop child < 3 I feel like those memories might end up as much a scar in Morgana’s mind as it was in Gwen’s.
It still hurts that Bayard had some awareness when he was controlled by that stuff, doing harm to the people he cared about out of his own control ;-; It’s sad to see them going though, and Gawain refusing to believe Elyan is leaving as well : ( I laughed so much at ‘Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do’ and then everyone like ‘You’ve done every questionable thing.’ XD
I knew it. I knew when Elyan said that, Arthur would think of her and YES ARTHUR TELL HER HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT HER or you might miss your chance! I feel awful for Gwen right now. The way she drops her warmth and returns to formality, it’s almost like she feels like she’s not good enough for him, even though deep down he thinks the world of her. But it’s easy to think no-one cares about you when you have a worldview like Gwen’s. And I want to hug her again : (
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Right, that little pesky war in the background. To be fair, the snow still needs to start falling here- who knows? Maybe we’ll have a second period of respite. Aww clipclop child sounds adorable, haha. Cute, stablehand-terrorising, barrel-smashing clipclop child. The memories certainly seem to be stuck with her now, don’t they?
Harming people you care about by accident is hard enough. I can only imagine how unbearable harming people you care about and not being able to stop it is.
Guinevere can almost always use a good hug. She’s trying so very hard. She’ll have at least one kind gesture sent her way very soon, writer’s honour.
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My heart sank when I saw Guinevere bow her head and reply to Mithian so formally. Guin can have all the hugs she’ll ever want from me. I promise. I also can’t help feeling bad for Mithian, who seems like a sweet girl who is caught in a situation in which she can’t win.
I really like Elyan’s character, too. His misfortune hasn’t broken that irrepressible spirit, has it?
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I’ve been in Guinevere’s position before, but I really wouldn’t want to be in the shoes of any of them for this, including Arthur. A situation in which she can’t win sounds about right for Mithian, too.
It has not indeed 😊 It came close, but Bayard’s actions worked wonders there. We’ll see them again at some point. 🙂
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Oh pants, the snow is gone. Hmm, where are those soldiers indeed. Are they maybe planning a naval attack? Or coming from an allied territory rather than their own?
Great, Morgana is already dealing with the corruption issues. This will not be a problem. Not at all.
I want to say I hope to see Elyan and Bayard at some point in the future again, but then again, I feel like it would be better if we don’t. This way they get to ride into the sunset together and have a happy ending.
Arthur… sigh. That’s all I have to say.
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Oooh, good guesses. I can’t say if either of those is right but remember them both for the future, just in case.
Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming 🐟
I rolled for Bayard and Elyan both. We’ll see them at least once more before the end of the arc. I don’t know if you’re going to be happy with it, though…
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I’m naively convinced that Arthur will do the right thing, eventually, but for now I hate the idea of Arthur and Guinevere together so much. He is so mean and inappropriate with her, absolutely gross. Elyan even tried to give him some decent advice.
Anyway, I’m looking forward to learning more about the effects of what Morgana did to Guinevere. We see hints of changes in this chapter. 🙂
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Elyan tried his hardest, but how his advice is interpreted is entirely up to Arthur.
You’ll see more hints of changes real soon! Morgana’s interference changed something that seems minor, but is pretty significant.
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