Camelot

Guenevere

I walked through the halls briskly. Oh God, please don't let him pass me...oh please no....

"Good morning Guenevere," a voice behind me said. I closed my eyes, his French accent ringing through my ears.

"Sir Lancelot," I said, turning around and looking him straight into those eyes, that I had fallen in love with. I curtsied. "Aren't you supposed to be in the meeting with Arthur?" I asked, innocently.

"I was on my way there," he replied.

"Ah, well you better get going then."

"Yes, m'lady. But, can we talk? Maybe in the garden later this evening?" he asked, his eyes gazing into mine.

"Um, yes, yes. Fine." I turned and walked the opposite direction, heading to mine and Arthur's bedchamber. What was happening to me?

Name: Victoire Pendragon

Gender: female

Age:18

Rank (knight, peasant, etc.): knight

Appearance:

Spoiler

Personality: Victoire is very proud of her status as the only female knight ever known, and will literally attack anyone who makes fun of her gender. She is also very loyal to Arthur and would give her life for him or Gwen.

History: Victoire is Arthur's first cousin, and they grew up very close. She studied under Merlin for several years, and took a brief turn to the dark arts. Horrified with herself, she pledged to use her powers and fighting abilities only for good. She saved Arthur's life when an assassin tried to end it, and he made her a knight of the round table. She faces stereotypes and ridicule daily because of her gender, but she doesn't put up with it. She has been asked to marry several times, but she always harshly turns the asker down. She won't let silly things like love get in the way of her duties.She enjoys being the only female at the round table, it gives her a sense of being special.

Up for Love?: no, it would get in the way of her duties.

Other:She is a very strong fighter and a powerful (although not even close the the same level as Morgan and Merlin) sorceress. She has an enchanted black blade called Elyon which always stays sharp and clean.

Victoire-

"Need any help with that, m'lady?" asked a passing squire in a mocking tone. He looked to be about 16, almost ready to enter knighthood. I hefted the package I was carrying up to show it was nothing I couldn't handle, and spat at his feet. "Go play war with your little friends. I have better things to do than be ridiculed." I said, sneering. I continued walking, but he stopped me again. "A lovely lady like you shouldn't have to carry heavy things like that." he said. I dropped it on his foot, enjoying the crunching sound that resulted. I slapped his across the face,the ring I was wearing drawing blood.He cursed loudly, obviously trying not to cry. I picked up my package again and continued on my way, glancing back once and daring him to follow with my eyes.

I walked to the blacksmith's forge and dropped the pack age off- it was a package of anvils. He looked mildly surprised that I had easily carried it, but said nothing. We had an unspoken agreement- he treated me like he would any other knight, and I didn't enchant his hammers to hit him back.

I continued towards the sword fighting ring, eager for a challenge.

Brider~
I scrambled out of the maid's quarters, trying to hurry and strap the black and white apron around my waist. Oh, I had over slept again! Miss Guenevere was going to have my head! I was expected to have her breakfast on her bed side twenty minutes ago. I slipped into the kitchen, tripping over my shoes and practically landing in a giant cake.
"Watch yourself, Briddy dear," the chef, Edmund, said. I straightened my clothes and tied my shoes.
"Sorry, Eddy. Do you have my tray?" He nodded over to a secluded wooden table in the corner of the room. I hurried over to it and grabbed breakfast.
"Late again?" I flushed a deep red and cleared my throat.
"It's not my fault," I protested while getting some beverage's from the fridge.
"Oh course it's not," he laughed. "Now, run along. You still have to make a visit to the other's! Remember?"
"Of course! Goodbye now."
"Bye-bye, my dear. And don't-" I rushed out of the door before he could finish and hurried to the Miss's room.
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"You're late," Guenevere snapped. I bowed low and presented her food to her.
"Sorry Miss. Sorry. It won't happen again."
"You said that the last time, Brider."
"I know...I know."

Psst! Just so you all know, it's Guinevere, not Guenevere.

Guinevere it can be spelled either way Dreamy....<.< >.>

I laid on my bed, exhausted as Brider brought in my breakfast. "Where have you been? You're late!" I snapped. She was always late, and I was so tired...and really really nervous.

Ever since the affair with Lancelot had started....well, I'd been more angry, and I didn't like it.

"I promise it won't happen again!" she begged.

"You said that last time," I replied, having her put in a little bit of sugar in the tea. "You need to keep on your toes."

"Yes, yes I know."

Lancelot:

I took my place at the round table, just making it. I wanted to talk to Gweniviere. I tried to listen carefully but it was hard. By the time it was finally over I stalked off and went to the garden where I waited.

Wow, I didn't read Morgan's profile before, and I just realized how similar I made Validen's...down to the very age. o.0 Anyways...

Validen

It is always in the most peaceful moments that those old memories creep into your mind, when the last thing you wish to do is remember, and when you have finally decided that maybe you ought just to give up, and settle for whatever your miserable existence has to offer.

Perhaps I sound like a reminiscing old hag when I say this.

But it is true.

What she (fireflight, name please! )told me last night will not stop playing itself in my mind. It creeps in within every throbbing thought, and it will not leave me, not for a single breath of air. Lancelot, a mere bumbling knight, playing Arthur's pet, attempting to steal Guinevere! Yes, Lady Guinevere! And, of course, that vain little whore would be smitten. Women are arrogant idiots as a rule, but Guinevere takes it to an extreme. It is only too bad that Arthur realized my intentions before she.

And what is more, is Arthur truly going to offer the scrawny thing his throne? I mused on the possibility of (name) lying. Would she have an incentive to do so? Jealousy of Guinevere, perhaps?

It is of no matter though, for I doubt not that Lancelot will be a nuisance to my plans. Forbidden or not, Camelot's fortresses and ivy walls shall not be able to stop me. She (name) may speak the truth, but it is always better to see for myself.

May Arthur and his stupid table expect an uninvited guest at their next little feast.

Victoire-

I realized that nobody was at the ring, and that I was late for the meeting of the round table. I sprinted to the castle, bursting in a few minutes late. I ignored the harsh looks some sot me and sat down comfortably in my seat, slouching back. I smiled at the other knight's straight posture. What need was there for it now? I turned to face the head, wondering why this meeting had been called. It was nothing important, simply orders of business. I walked out afterwards, looking at the other knights to see if they were as bored as I. Lancelot caught my eye for a moment, and he looked... upset? Guilty? I followed him quietly to see where he was going. He stopped in the garden. I cast a cloaking charm on myself and followed him in, standing nearby. What was he up to?

Lancelot:

I felt eyes on me but ignored it. I was probably just paranoid. I continued to wait. Where was she? When something snapped I drew my sword from my sheath and growled "Who's there?" When no one responded I swung my sword everywhere "No one sneaks up on me. Who's there?" I said ready to fight.

Victoire-
I snapped a twig accidentally, and Lancelot jumped and drew his sword. I rolled my eyes. It wasn't as though he could see me. A squirrel ran across the path, and he sighed. Hopefully that would rest his fears. But why was he so nervous? And who was he waiting for? I sat down quietly and waited as well.

ireylcadence? Could Lilliana be the girl on the bad side that Validen has a realionship with? Both would be pining away for the other ones, as in, Lilli would be always wanting the Knight-not Validen?

Lilliana:

I waited for my mistress, hoping to see that crow of hers but sse was taking such a long time. I sighed and rubbed the mark over my heart. She was cruel and I was her slave but it was better than dead.

Yawning, I looked up. The cave was empty. I sighed and turned away, heading out into the forest. Why did she tempt me and taunt me only to crush my heart in her hands again? Litterally. That crow of hers was my heart. The sorceress had stolen it from me years ago and I still didn't know why.

I reached a clearing and sat down, head in my hands. My heart, or rather, where it should be, would start to burn when she wanted me.

Suddenly a twig cracked and I shot to my feet, looking around. Another crack and someone walked into the clearing.

"You," I said calmly and lowered the sword.

((Psst! The fridge comment is still out of place if this is, like, the middle ages!))

Well, fireflight asked to be the girl first, but if she/he changes her mind, then sure, Lilliana can be it.

Although I was thinking more along the lines of the girl and Validen truly being in love--Validen only wants Guinevere to hurt Arthur.

Is there a DT?