Arthur

Arthur is a page to your eldest brother William. He is 14 and has been working since he was 7. He has brown curly hair, charming, shy. And would follow you to the ends of the earth. You are princess of the kingdom of Azaran. 14 and bid to be wed on your fifteenth birthday. In one week. *(It’s medieval times be lucky your weren’t married at 12)* you have three brothers. All older than you . William (18). Thomas (16) annd Richard (15) anyway. You rarely get time with Arthur on his own as he is always waiting on your eldest brother. You occasionally sneak a glance to each other. Arthur is your best friend. He has been since he came to work in the palace. Anyway on with the story - - So you were bid to be wed on your fifteenth birthday in one week. But you don’t want to be wed. Yet your mother and father (the king and queen) refuse your beggings. You are to be wed. ~ The night is dark as the only light in your chambers is the moon and the torches on the walls. Ever since you were a child you had dreamed of leaving by this life. Like a pull in your heart leading you away. Tonight you finally do. The guards are to change shifts in thirty minutes. You stand by your window in the shortest dress you have. Bare feet. A leather bag strapped around your waist and a dagger hidden in your hair acting as a hairpin. As you take a deep breath you prepare to leave. To find the thing your heart has been pulling towards. You know where to go. The border of the kingdom. To the enchanted forest. The forest of whispers which you have only heard of in stories. Where the trees bend every which way and turns to confuse those who step in. The mist so thick you cannot see your own feet. The vines that surround and engulf you. The thousands of voices you hear whispering. That. That is where you are going.