Oh, four... five, perhaps. As a matter of fact, they started arriving not long after her journey to Camelot."
"Ah." Steepling his hands in front of his face, Arthur nodded as he began to understand what Rodor was implying. "You think it could be someone from Camelot? One of my knights, perhaps?"
Rodor held out his hands to indicate he couldn't say.
"Princess Mithian." Arthur's sudden attention caused her jump. "Do you, by chance, have any of the letters you were sent?"
She looked at her father nervously. After being unable to locate the sender, Rodor had implored his daughter to be rid of all the messages and trinkets. Nothing sent to her was of any real value. A few pieces of poorly crafted jewelry, an occasional vial of perfume...nothing of real splendor to note. The king nodded his consent and Mithian carefully withdrew a crumpled parchment from her belt.
She reluctantly handed it to Arthur. Unfolding the paper …show more content…
He remembered when he had said goodbye to her years before. "I would give up my own kingdom to be so loved." Mithian had said to him on the steps of Camelot. "Hmm... that is a very sweet message."
For a second his eyes narrowed, but he was quick to school his face back to ignorance as he returned the parchment. "I can't say I recognize the writing. Were the other notes just as elusive?"
"They were."
"I will look into it when I return to Camelot, if you like." Mithian's eyes sparkled with hope for the first time since her father had mentioned her needing a proper suitor.
"Don't bother yourself too much with it, Arthur. I know you have duties that take precedence over one anonymous admirer."
He had to agree with Rodor on that. Although, his mind was already churning over the implications of what he had seen in the note. For the time being, he wasn't going to tell them that he actually suspected who the author was. Lifting his cup to his lips, his eyes once again sought out the dark haired servant sitting with his
"Ah." Steepling his hands in front of his face, Arthur nodded as he began to understand what Rodor was implying. "You think it could be someone from Camelot? One of my knights, perhaps?"
Rodor held out his hands to indicate he couldn't say.
"Princess Mithian." Arthur's sudden attention caused her jump. "Do you, by chance, have any of the letters you were sent?"
She looked at her father nervously. After being unable to locate the sender, Rodor had implored his daughter to be rid of all the messages and trinkets. Nothing sent to her was of any real value. A few pieces of poorly crafted jewelry, an occasional vial of perfume...nothing of real splendor to note. The king nodded his consent and Mithian carefully withdrew a crumpled parchment from her belt.
She reluctantly handed it to Arthur. Unfolding the paper …show more content…
He remembered when he had said goodbye to her years before. "I would give up my own kingdom to be so loved." Mithian had said to him on the steps of Camelot. "Hmm... that is a very sweet message."
For a second his eyes narrowed, but he was quick to school his face back to ignorance as he returned the parchment. "I can't say I recognize the writing. Were the other notes just as elusive?"
"They were."
"I will look into it when I return to Camelot, if you like." Mithian's eyes sparkled with hope for the first time since her father had mentioned her needing a proper suitor.
"Don't bother yourself too much with it, Arthur. I know you have duties that take precedence over one anonymous admirer."
He had to agree with Rodor on that. Although, his mind was already churning over the implications of what he had seen in the note. For the time being, he wasn't going to tell them that he actually suspected who the author was. Lifting his cup to his lips, his eyes once again sought out the dark haired servant sitting with his