I write to you possibly the best news I will ever tell. I once again have run into Prince Arthur of Camelot along my journeying. He is now King of Camelot, as I’m sure you’ve been informed. But this time was not like the others. I have fulfilled my life goal. I have achieved the greatest honor I could have ever hoped for in my life and have become a knight of Camelot. I have already experienced the joys and pains of knighthood in my very short time of being one. I will be staying here for as long as I must, and I hope you will write to me now that I have somewhere I will be staying longer than a few days.
Words cannot describe how much I miss speaking to you, dear friend. I remember when you first visited my village, Trell, with your father. You found very few herbs that you needed, but we did build a bond of friendship that became very strong. We spent months playing silly games while your father would go and research the plants around the small group of houses. He would occasionally ask for our help, I recall, which was always my favorite because it was an exciting craft to learn about. He taught us so many remedies when we were in the forest searching with him. How I miss those days. I hope we see each other again soon. Until we do, I will continue to write as much as I can, and will wait patiently until you respond.
On a new matter, Merlin, Arthur’s servant, the one with magic, is more talented and noble than ever. He still receives no credit for his actions, and cannot tell anyone of his gifts, for magic is still banned in Camelot, as you know very well. He is reckless, yet manages to not be caught. He is proof that magic can be used for good, just as your parents were. I only wish he would reveal himself to Arthur, for I know Arthur would accept it, unlike Uther. I truly believe he is the only hope for changing Arthur’s mind. Yet, I know the grief that comes to you at the mention of sorcery, so I will say no more.
Camelot is a beautiful and thriving city. Arthur makes a just king, which is something that has surprised us all. He helps his people, even the ones that he does not know. Knighthood is not exactly what I expected; the journeys are long and arduous, but the adventure is always unique, which helps to keep things interesting and lively. We travel for hours with little rest in between, and when we arrive, we often find a village that is corrupt or destroyed. Often there is little that we can do, but Arthur is persistent in his trials. He does anything he can to improve the lives of his people. This is what makes him a magnificent king of Camelot.
Every day we are not on a quest, we are training. Arthur often says that a day that goes by without practice is a day wasted. I understand this very well, but it is also painful to get hit down with a sword multiple times every day. Even so, it is easy to laugh off a loss with friends.
I fear, dear Eleanora, that I have no more to say and no more time to say it. I hope you will write, and if you do, send your letter to Camelot’s castle. Perhaps you can even visit someday, though I know it is not an easy trek. I will miss you until then.
I wish you the best fortune,